|The sign says BEWARE, HORMONAL TURKEY!|
Spring is here!
You can always tell!
Testosterone is on the increase in torrents and the few males on the field have suddenly been transformed from benign poultry and water fowl "sweet things" into posturing, hormone filled sex addicts, who are ready, literally , for anything!
The turkey stags are now spending all day puffing themselves up in a schoolboy effort to prove who exactly is tougher than the other and when they are not jousting, they have positioned themselves next to the field gate, ready to attack anyone who ventures close enough to be given a good bashing!
Several of the villagers will come into the field to feed the animals without checking with me first, so just in case Boris and Bingley actually "kick the crap" out of some poor old soul, I have had to post a warning sign that will effectively keep people out until turkey lead has been well and truly emptied.
|Halleh as a ducking with him mum Blanche|
Halleh, the lone drake has started his usual springtime attempt to rape several of the brown hens ( funny how he finds this colour of hen irresistible!) His confusion of duck versus hen can be located in the fact that he was raised by a broody hen rather than one of the hysterical Indian runners.
In the mating season, drakes can be terribly aggressive and brutal, so I have learnt long ago to keep their numbers to an absolute minimum. Halleh has seven ducks all of his own.....and still he has a roving eye for a buxom brown hen............beauty is certainly in the eye of the beholder!
Russell the gander has been mating noisily with Winnie his chosen goose only this morning, and even the blind Rooster Cogburn has been belting out a lusty baritone cock-a doodle in the vague hope of shagging something warm blooded as it passes his safe haven prison..
btw...weight loss this week NIL! which I was thankful for seeing that I filled my face on my London trip remains 14 stone 7lb