No, it wasn’t Wootie. He’s bleeding from the head because he was crashing through the pokies again. Some dogs never learn.
And I *am* thinking of using him as an agent of destruction.
Don’t be silly, those aren’t turkeys. Those are my chickens. My quiet chickens. But my neighbours … THEY have turkeys. And for some mystery reason, they decided the other day to build the turkeys a new run along the side of their house. Which puts the turkeys about 50 feet from my head when I’m trying to sleep at night.
There are maybe 12 or 15 of them and while they are mostly quiet, when something concerns them, they discuss it. Loudly. And it sounds like this.
Between the effing turkeys and the neighbours’ addition of, for christ’s sake, a ROOSTER (why? WHY? Who needs a rooster except maybe your stew pot?) I’m awake these days from pretty much 3AM onward. As soon as the turkeys settle down, the rooster lets us all know that the sun will be rising in, oh, 3 hours or so. At this point, I’ve gone off birds altogether.
I am trying to think of a polite way to tell my neighbours that first of all, the turkeys can’t live in the brand new, expensive enclosure they just built or I’m going to come unglued, and worse yet, the rooster cannot live here at ALL. I don’t want to be that neighbour, the one who is always complaining, but I kind of think that I shouldn’t have to sleep with turkeys. And roosters are assholes. I mean, we have a perfectly good barn these animals could live in, and it’s quite far from my headboard. We have 10 acres … surely to doG the farm animals can live on, you know, the farm parts and not in our yards? It’s not an unreasonable thing to ask, is it? I mean, getting a full night’s sleep is hard enough, what with Piper and Tweed snarking at one another under the bed.