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This is what you get when you mix two toddlers, two border collies, a Shetland pony, two cats, a gaggle of turkeys, a former construction worker, a former lawyer and the family cattle ranch. Thanks for visiting. All images copyrighted. Do not use any text or image without permission.

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Friday, July 2, 2010

Meet the Poults...

Did you know the word for a baby turkey? I didn't. Then Ben got me four baby turkeys for my birthday. Ben was calling them the turks, and I was thinking along the gosling lines and hoping they were called gobblings or some such moniker. Turns out they're called poults. Now I know. Well, Clyde has named these poults Mumsy, Papa Gayle, Janelle and Harrison. Elliott and Tyson got a reprieve. They are growing so fast. The answer to the question lurking in the back of your heads is yes... we do plan on eating them. Ben's building them a little turkey castle because they're outgrowing the cage he built for them when they were tiny. They are now about the size of a small chicken.

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