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Chicken lived to be about 9 years old. I'm not sure how old
chickens can get, but she seemed to be doing pretty well. She'd wander around the yard
looking for tasty bugs, lie around in the sunny spots and fluff her feathers in the dust
by the garden. She was the last of three that had grown up together and shared a coop. In this
photo, Chicken, is scratching around with her newly hatched turkey chick. The chick is a little
tricky to see, but look closely on the ground to the right of the chicken.
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Turkey has a great story to tell. It originally started
when I noticed that my one and only, and very eldery, chicken decided to get broody and
wanted to sit on eggs. Well, being the only chicken in the coop meant I needed to look
for fertile eggs. I slipped an egg sized smooth stone under her to keep her
happy until I came back with the real things. After exhausting the list of usual
suspects at neighboring farms and feed stores, and coming up empty handed, I went for
a walk through the field and while walking, I looked down and noticed a single turkey egg
lying in the path. "How odd" I thought. "I've never seen anything like this before".
So I picked it up, put it in my pocket, and brought it home to slip under the chicken.
Time passed, and three weeks later I noticed the chicken was off the nest and sitting on
the floor of the coop. And as I looked a little closer I saw a tiny little turkey
head poking up from under her wing! The egg actually hatched! Well, the two of them were
inseperable after that. The mother hen would cluck if she found a tasty treat and the little
turkey would run to see what was found. Or if the turkey got lost or scared, she would let out
a peep and the hen would come running to see what the matter was. It was even funnier
to see this relationship continue even as the turkey grew. Soon the turkey chick was twice the size
of it's mother and still, it would try to climb under the mother hen to stay warm and be safe!
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Awww...Rats!
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I originally started out with three "cashmere" goats, which
I kept for fun. Never did anything with the cashmere, even though I combed it out and
saved it thinking that one day I might use it for something.
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Then I thought it would be fun to have some goat kids and
suddenly the "herd" increased to 5, with the addition of Sparky and Pokey (the names are fairly
self explanitory)
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The kids were too cute for words! And softer than touching
a cloud.
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This is Pokey on his second day.
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This is a photo of Pokey, Sparky, and Clover (their mom) after a couple
of months.
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My dad has a miniature schnauzer who's decided
I'm her pal.
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She had a really short hair cut near Christmas one year and
I ended up making a few fleece coats for her. I rather felt like The Grinch making a
Santa suit for his sidekick Max. Here, Ginger's modeling her new coat.
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