A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
I now carry a stick to shoo him away. He has never followed me into the chicken coop – yet.
The turkey was standing just outside the door watching as I threw the dirty shavings out of the coop. He took that as a personal attack and flew at the door.
It was most disconcerting.
I threw some clean shavings at him and he backed away.
With my heart still racing, I picked up the grumpy chicken and threw her out of the coop.
I was ready for her to charge back in and attack my legs but she went around the corner. The turkey followed her.
I am afraid they are conspiring against me.
I think I need hazard pay.