I should have known what to expect. After all, we all know the adage: birds of different species, with different temperaments and dietary requirements, flock together.
The thing about animals is that they have their own ideas about how they want to spend their days. Because we humans have free will and opposable thumbs, we can do a certain amount of molding animals to our will, but sometimes we’re better off molding ourselves to theirs. It’s a lesson that’s come home to me before: the easiest thing to change is you.
It’s hard to change turkeys. They’re hard-wired with centuries-old instincts to do some things and not do others. Also, they can fly.
When it comes to this year’s turkeys, a monkey wrench is an understatement. We were thrown an entire Craftsman Seven-Piece Universal Wrench Set. We’ve agonized about what to do with our rapidly dwindling flock, and changed our minds from day to day.
Eventually, though, the two remaining turkeys decided for themselves. They seem happy, calm, and, for the most part, safe hanging out with the chickens. We put the turkey feed out where we give the chickens corn and, oddly, the chickens eat the corn and the turkeys eat the feed. The chickens don’t seem to notice that their new flock-mates are a little funny-looking, and the turkeys seem happy to have companionship. The only sign of hostility we’ve seen is when the big turkey, who is apparently male, tried to intimidate Blondie, who is borderline broody. No blood was shed.
So, this year’s turkeys have decided that they’re free-range, and who are we to contradict them? Opposable thumbs will take you only so far.