Turkens

I got home one afternoon and Ronnie says the neighbor had asked if we wanted turkens. I did not even know what the heck that was, but I told him I hoped he had said yes we wanted them. Of course he had not done that, so I told him to let him know we would take them. The next day he tells me he has some entertainment for me for the evening. I was so tired already, but I wanted to hear what this entertainment would entail. I was not prepared for what he suggested. Remember the turkens? Apparently the neighbor who asked if we wanted them actually did not own them and he needed to go find out if they were still alive. I thought ok, maybe they were babies. I was not real sure what was going on. So, here is the story, the neighbors left some turkens and moved away. They left food and water and the other neighbor was looking after them. Well, a predator was coming in and killing them, so he knew he had to find someone to take them remaining two turkens. My entertainment for that evening was chasing those turkens and getting them to their new home. Luckily they were in a coop which is bigger than what we have, but they were locked in. I am not sure how a predator was getting in, but it was obvious there were dead turkens. These remaining two were terrified. Ronnie and I got them in a crate and got them home. I put them in a chicken coop to make sure they were healthy and so they could decompress for a while. They are the ugliest things I have ever seen, but I want a hundred of them now. I love them.