I was busily brushing Belle, one of our six Great Pyrenees, as she was full of matted hair, twigs, burrs and who knows what else, when Hubby, who was working on a new goat fence, whistled to me and
pointed at one of our wood piles.
pointed at one of our wood piles.
I waived him off as I had my hands full with Belle, who was not too thrilled with my particular brand of torture.
When I was done, I wandered on down to the pasture to see what Hubby had been pointing at.
There in the woodpile was one of our Bourbon Red turkey hens.
She had been sitting on a passel of eggs for quite a long time, and they had finally started to hatch!
There in the woodpile was one of our Bourbon Red turkey hens.
She had been sitting on a passel of eggs for quite a long time, and they had finally started to hatch!
There they were eight tiny peeping little fuzz balls.
I have my fingers crossed that the rest of the eggs, or at least most of them will hatch! Stay tuned for updates.
Until next time, Happy Trails
