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"ask any of the chickies in my pen,
they'll tell you I'm the biggest motha... hen" |
Flattened tomato cages + yarn stash + nesting box = turkey playpen. The Tweedles thought it was great fun until I came in the house, now they are crying like crazy out there. I will say though, that it's the only way some of the hens have come close to them. I'm not sure if they can tell the Tweedles are not chickens, but they do NOT want to have anything to do with them- they will squawk & run anytime on of the babies approaches. The babies think this is great fun & run fast to catch up.
It's amazing to me the difference between chicks & poults. Right off the bat, the Tweedles are so much heartier & advanced than the chicks were at even 4 weeks. They are like 'roided up chicks- they jump & run with wings flapping & eat anything they can fit in their mouths.
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