The Great Escape

Compared with all of the other field animals the young turkeys seem to possess a modicum of brains and an over abundance of curiosity.

I was working yesterday afternoon, and without my pottering presence in the field, the four poults drove Chris to distraction by planning and implementing several raiding parties into the Churchyard.

Now, I am convinced that the birds understand fully that the Church is a no go area. When I have caught them before ( and I am usually storming noisily around brandishing a bucket or hoe), the four poults raise their beaks into the air, in gestures of acknowledgement, give a series of odd little gobbles and uniformly leg it back to their enclosure like naughty little boys.

They have now been so conditioned by my baleful expression, that all it takes is one glimpse of my dirty wellies and bleach stained trousers to have them galloping back home in thinly disguised hysteria!.

Soon the four of them will be just too heavy to be breaking out of anywhere and the problem will be naturally resolved.

Sunday today, which means Church for Chris, a nice Sunday dinner for me, and work this evening