Turkey and quail and pigs, oh my!

May 13, 2013

Who needs a truck when you can drive 2 hours with pigs in the back of the SUV.

Who needs a truck when you can drive 2 hours with pigs in the back of the SUV.

Our Narragansett turkey pair were added to the farm last week. They have settled in just fine, enough that the hen has been laying eggs almost every day. We put them in the nest for her but she’s not too interested in setting yet. She might still be a little nervous in her new environment. Of course, Pierre, our faithful rooster has fallen in love the the hen. He stands there all day long looking into the cage – and I really mean ALL DAY. The Tom Turkey, who has no name yet, doesn’t seem to like it.

Sometime in the middle of doing everything else, I managed to bring home five little baby quail chicks. They are noisy, fretful little things. Not like the Buff Orpington chicks. If they manage to not get eaten by raccoons and become full grown, they will be great watchdogs.

This weekend, our little heritage pigs came home. We reserved them before they were born. After much research on heritage breeds we decided on Gloucestershire Old Spots. I love the looks of them, but their temperament and thriftiness were definitely right up there for the reasons we chose them. They are already so calm and friendly. They hardly flinched when the grandkids today pet their noses. Well, not until the kids decided that chasing them would be more fun.


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