Foot Stools
I've had ottomans on the brain for a week or three now. With as much as I like to prop my feet up while I lounge, foot props are an on-going study for me, but the addition of a 9 month old in continual search for props to pull herself up on turns my foot props into a far more challenging sphere. Ugly things happen when a baby attempts to pull herself up on a barbed wire roll that works fine for my foot prop needs. Those pesky details strike again. . .
Sunrise was even later this morning than yesterday morning. The entire household woke disoriented and agitated. Whatca mean it's 6:00 already? The sun isn't even up yet? Even the chicken and turkey houses were at odds with the internal clocks and the tardy sunrise. After breakfast, both feather mamas decided on a nap. Wise choice, feather mamas. Rest is a productive activity. After the girls wake up from their naps, we are headed into the nearby metroplex for ottomans and tech supplies.
At 5 weeks old, the turkeys can no longer be mistaken for chickens. The coarser feathers and longer necks are unmistakable diffs. The turkeys are beginning to grow their snoods.
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gobble gobble...can you post pics of the turkeys?
Can see how the change in sunrise would throw them off. Best get used to it as after Fall comes Winter. Downside to some contracts was going to and coming home in the dark. Barbed wire roll needs to leave the house. Poor baby. Always great fun to watch the furred and feathered babies change so rapidly. Still remember the look on a kitten's face when he produced his first stool. The size of a small piece of pencil lead. Agree with Mark, pics would be nice, but getting them to pose may be a problem. Hugs.
Not too worry, Simpson. I'm housebroken enough to leave the barbed wire in the barn. Most days, wink, wink. . . I even move it to a less accessible corner when the baby's crawling around the barn's dirt floor.
I do need to update my turkey photo journal. They are changing so fast that daily shots would be appropriate.
To think, the meat turkeys would be ready for the freezer section by now.
Hope GD the turkey mistress has not started naming them.
I beat her to that one, Simpson. I've been told you shouldn't name food, but I reserve the right to name my cauliflower before I deflower it. Except for Little Llorona (Crybaby), so far they are kinda hard to tell apart, so we mostly call them by our best guess on the breed, Buff, blue, white and spanish. It's still kinda early to tell the breed. Little Llorona is distinct because she is the runt of the brood and considerably smaller than the rest and cries, ALLOT. She is the only one of whatever breed she is who has survived. Two died by snake and the other two by unidentified causes. Feather babies are incredibly fragile during brooding. Our brood is down to 9 of the original 20.
How sad for LL. Hard to believe more than half are gone.
Feather babies are immensely fragile and poultry is among the most popular dinner venues in Nature. So far, my brooding mortality rate is around 80%. I've been told that is not unusual. Welcome to the number one reason commercial poultry lives their entire lives in nice, secure boxes. Zero stimulation but as safe as safety gets.
Losing 11 of the 20 babies hurts, but on the whole, it feels like progress. Prayers ongoing. . .
Hugs Arfie.
I remember the pull up years with my youngest though those of my eldest are so fuzzy to make them incomprehensible. I’m all for footstool but my version i have generally been using Asian trunks that also make great coffee tables, lol. When my youngest started her pull up stage, having a large heavy Japanese trunk was a blessing. Back in those days, most of my furniture was Danish or Midcentury modern mixed with Asian and all the glass or wood with chrome pieces filled me with motherly dread. Midcentury furniture had too many sharp edges for my comfort and a thin chrome frame with glass shelves was heart stopping. I resorted to protective barriers behind chairs for those pieces when my little was at that stage.
Still in my house we’ve been known to use anything easily handy for a foot rest. My husband was particularly found of other chairs, lol.
Sorry for the loss of the little babies. Poor gobble-gobbles. We had chickens growing up and I remember the challenges that always brought me to tears as a child. We also named all our chicks even though eventually they ended up on the table. I’ll name just about anything, from my cars to even my pieces of furniture.
Hugs & love Arfie.