Here we go again. Last year, Henry the gosling wandered up to C's shop. This year, Puff The (Magic) Turkey found it's way there and almost into the mouth of one of my brother in law's dogs, but he intervened and brought this little critter over to the house. It was a bit injured by the dog, missing some feathers under one of it's wings. Remembering last year, I reluctantly agreed to take it in. We didn't even know what kind of bird it was, poking around at pictures online at first and then bringing it in the car to the local feed store. Walking in, it didn't take more than a glance through their cages of chicks to recognized it immediately as a turkey chick, or poult. A ha! Of course: a little bump on the top of it's head, feet not webbed. I'm not sure why I didn't figure it out myself. We've been seeing more and more wild turkeys each year and just saw this one with a brood of about 10-11 chicks in the woods the other day. You can just barely make out some of the babies following at her feet.
Well, they measured out a bag of "turkey starter" food for us and told us to keep it warm for at least the next few days. So, here he sleeps tonight under a utility lamp, inside a crate, in a surrogate nest of dried grass. It's no substitute for it's mom but better than the stomach of a dog so it'll work for now. I'm not so sure I'm interested in having a turkey for a pet. Thanksgiving dinner? Maybe. Apparently they can wreak havoc on a garden and the deer already do their fair share of that, so I'll try to call around to find a wildlife rehabilitation center some time in the next day or so.
Sleep well, little Puff. I'm not sure we will with all your chirping.