red bourbon poults are here!
Ironically, the turkeys I ordered in April arrived on the day I exclaimed I could take no more. But four turkeys barely make a dent in my farm day. I'm glad there here, and already have sold two. They are in the laundry room now beeping how poults beep. I'm cooking dinner. The sun is getting heavy. The day's nearly over. Like I said, I'm feeling a little better.
banjo + porch + fireflies + storm + birds safe in coop + sleeping dogs = happy farm girl.
photo by tim bronson