Yesterday's blog generated a few comments about our lovely Steelers hen. We actually have two of these black and gold beauties - gold-laced Wyandottes. They came to us last year with the 7 chickens we were given by a friend who was moving across the country and could not take her flock with her. We referred to them as the Russians, as their mama was of Russian heritage.
Each morning, the last stop on our morning rounds is the turkey house.
We open the door to the house and find Old Tom roosting on top of the nesting boxes. At 11 years of age, jumping up four feet to land on top of the boxes is quite a feat.
Because he is quite elderly and starting to move like an old fellow, we gently lift him from his perch and put him down on the floor of the house so that he can collect himself and go about his merry way for the day, but not before giving him a little affection.
Because we raised Tom from a hatchling,
he has always been extremely tame with us... and does not mind us in his space.
When Tyler was just a baby, he would crawl on the ground with the turkeys all around him. In those days, Tom's brother, Chuck, and sister, Edith, made up his family unit. We added Fred later on so that Tom would not be alone.
Tom's days are spent over at the henhouse sharing the scratch and treats that the chickens get and listening to all of their latest gossip.
While Tom contents himself with his female friends, his buddy, Fred, can often be found wandering the farm following the guineas, who, I believe may be a little more fun than then hens. One day as we were returning home from errands, we spied Fred alongside the road in front of our neighbor's house.
As we approached, he quickly joined his pals in our neighbor's yard.
Old Tom Turkey has been an integral part of farm life for eleven years now. He loves supervising every job around the farm and helps out where he can.
We are hoping he makes it through the next year and can beat the record for the oldest domestic turkey. The record stands at 12 years 4 months. Fingers crossed.
Comments
I remember Tyler being that small...sure makes me feel old!!!...wait, I am that old....but not so old that I can't collect eggs. xoxoxox
Mary
Isn’t it wonderful how animals can sense the young . . .
They go in protect mode instead of attack.