the shelter had a fine view of the fields. and mum and dad when it was feed time, we had goats, wild mallards that we inherited with the farm, and all manor of breeds of hens geese and ducks. that all needed feed, dolly would wait until after the goat milking when her meal of home ground corn and ground maze was mixed with the milk. and she had taken her litter to her own made home. and nothing we did made her go back to the fancy furrowing shed, the piglets had the run of the farm untill they became to big to get between the gate bars, much to their disslike. and they would squeal" stuck in here" anyway the reason for this blog post. our first xmas on the farm we bought a turkey from one of our pig breeding freinds, a rather expensive bronze turkey but very nice it was too lasted all the festive season and only too right at 26 lb in oven weight.
in spring we had all manor of poultry chicks for sale, and was offered a swap of 3 bronze turkeys for some harlequin ducks. ooh yes we said with glee. thinking how much we paid for our festive turkey,
What a mistake we made knew nothing about the turkeys upbringing ready for the xmas ahead and sell the others. one drowned itself in the drinking water tray, did not know that did you said the vet, they are proned to commiting suicide have to have a special water feeder. and he said yo had better get The drug Dimetridazole to be used in the drinking water or feed, black head my freind Histomoniasis,
bloody hell we said . as they already had the desease as chicks, and died within a few weeks,
and here in Egypt the bloody things are everywhere, what about histomoniasis I ask ,? what ?
black heads. you think my turkey has got zits?
an all male group no wonder they all came flocking over to me