tom turkeys | Life on a Colorado Farm

Shannon found a rooster! She brought it over to our house. The poor thing is in pretty bad shape…someone cut off his comb and his wattles;

he had no tail feathers

and had been de-clawed.

Mom asked Shannon where she found this damaged rooster. He was running down the highway as fast as his legs could carry him, so she stopped and walked back to where he was hiding under a big weed along the bar ditch and just picked him up.

He is very tame.

He is also in a healthy condition (considering).

“You have just saved this bird from being killed,” Mom said.

“I know he could have been smashed on the highway.” Shannon replied.

“Hummm, no. I think you have a rooster that escaped from a rooster fighting ring.”

“Well, he is safe with me now.”

She put him in her car and took him home!

So that wasn’t a present for Mom

Both Boomer and I thought that was good, we don’t want a rooster here.

The next day…..

We went down to see how the rooster was doing and we found out that Shannon now has A TOM TURKEY AND TWO TURKEY HENS!! (Mom forgot her camera!)

They were living in a tiny, tiny cage so Shannon and Buddy told the people they would give them a home.

Now that is an animal paradise…7 hens and a rooster, one tom turkey and 2 hens, plus three dogs and two cats that had been dumped at their place!

We have three hens and two cats and us…that works for Boomer and me. It is just the right amount of animals at our place.

Dad is working on getting all the pinto beans in the ground, he has decided not to plant alfalfa this year; he is putting everything into corn and pinto beans. That leaves one alfalfa field. Next year he will plant one of the big fields into alfalfa, if the water situation is better.

We went out and changed the water while Dad planted.

No present for Mom out there, but it sure was pretty.

The next day….

Mom went over to visit a friend of hers and see her yard. She has several acres of beautiful plants. The cactus beds were just blooming. Mom says Sheryl’s yard is the local botanical gardens.

No present for Mom there, except the beauty of flowers for the soul.

Two days later

Mom told Dad that she had to use her last two strings of twine on the chicken pen. Two of the strings had gotten old and were hanging down causing the chickens to think they had a couple of new toys.