How The Hen House TurnsFrom May 26 to June 1, 1982, I traveled to Española with my friend Marge.
At the Country Farm Supply, all the turkey poults were crowded together at one end of a large metal tray in the chick room. Their feathers stuck together. The storekeeper tried to relieve their crowding by pulling them apart, but they continued to crowd themselves together. Finally, he put some older roosters in the tray to keep them stirred up.
“I need a turkey hen,” I said, out of ignorance.
“We don’t sex turkeys,” the clerk said.
I took two, when Read More







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