turken

the other night,

we scored 9 free hens and a turken off of craigslist.

i've heard that turkens are

a mix of a chicken and a turkey,

but jason was researching it last night

and apparently they're just a special breed

of chicken and were bred

to be easy to pluck after they're...

"offed".

see? you learn something new everyday.

now, wasn't that fun?!

authentic country folk would probably laugh at me

for even posting about this unfortunate looking bird,

but i can't help it.

he looks pretty rad...

 he isn't a very good rooster, though.

he won't keep his hens contained,

so our other rooster was claiming them.

i had no idea chickens have so much drama.

it's weird getting used to this farm life,

because we're used to viewing 

all animals as pets, and now we can't.

they're part of our livelihood,

and if they don't serve a purpose,

we can't really keep them

just because they have a sweet mohawk...

so we went ahead and listed him tonight,

aaand someone just left with him.

i used to be afraid of birds.

i still am...

but more like the lorikeets 

that you can feed at sea world.

they bite when you run out of nectar.

it really, really hurts to be bit by a bird.

yes, i was traumatized as a child.

no, it was not a lorikeet.

it was a cockatiel.

judging by his spurs alone,

i would be terrified...

except for the fact that he's almost 

as tame as a house cat.