Down in Denver, I got a call from Greg. The gist of it was this:
Um. Your turkey laid an egg, and I don't know what to do.
Like I do? o.O
Apparently, he put the egg in a Rubbermaid bin with some sawdust and put the heat lamp on it, as both turkeys were completely ignoring it. Guess it's time to research homemade incubators! In talking with my friend John, he asked, "What makes you think it's fertile?"
Um . . . the ongoing presence of giant fucking male turkey in the same coop as the female? The obnoxious teenage calling and strutting?
Upon further reflection, it's unlikely that the egg is viable, due to the fact that it's February (and thus still cold and snowy as fuck) and that the hen doesn't seem to have any maternal inclinations whatsoever.
Know what this means?
BREAKFAST!
Um. Your turkey laid an egg, and I don't know what to do.
Like I do? o.O
Apparently, he put the egg in a Rubbermaid bin with some sawdust and put the heat lamp on it, as both turkeys were completely ignoring it. Guess it's time to research homemade incubators! In talking with my friend John, he asked, "What makes you think it's fertile?"
Um . . . the ongoing presence of giant fucking male turkey in the same coop as the female? The obnoxious teenage calling and strutting?
Upon further reflection, it's unlikely that the egg is viable, due to the fact that it's February (and thus still cold and snowy as fuck) and that the hen doesn't seem to have any maternal inclinations whatsoever.
Know what this means?
BREAKFAST!
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