The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.
Just ask Ethel!
She was hanging out in the donkey yard yesterday afternoon
when the sudden urge to lay hit her.
Rather than duck under the fence and run around the turkey house,
she, instead, decided to hop on top of the fence
and make a bee-line over the top of the turkey yard to the front door.
"No Ethel, don't jump...it's just not that bad!"
Domestic turkeys are not good fliers at all.
They flap their wings and hop at best.
Their wings are good for slowing down their descent as they jump from a high place.
Edith lept and clumsily floated down to the grass by her door.
She stopped for a little snack of fresh spring grass...
before settling down on her nest and getting on with the task at hand.
Voila! .... her daily offering!
Have I told you that turkey eggs are my favorite?
They are wonderfully yummy... like a large, rich chicken egg....
the perfect high energy breakfast for tackling a long chore list.
As for the donkeys...
I have had to stop putting their hay in the slow-feed bag
because chubby Daphne chases Chloe away!
At the time of this writing, they were no longer speaking to each other...
taking a little break from each other during nap time.
Oh, the trials and tribulations of Fat Camp!
(They had spent several hours out in the pasture earlier with their lovely pink grazing muzzles on.
They've learned how to nibble through the hole in the end of the muzzle...
although the grass is not very long at the present time.)