Lucky...

...or that is what he should be called.

Our turkey who I think is a tom (or Jake) is lucky to be alive. The little guy must have tried to protect his girls when the dog two doors down came over while we were gone. He is now with only one tail feather and a big chunk taken out of his tail. Bloody, bloody, bloody. Poor little guy. He's lucky it could have been worse, I am just thankful he's still alive. I need to round up some cash to make an enclosed pen for them. Pronto!

He'll be back. They usually are. Hopefully I'll be here ready and waiting.


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