Spring has sprung and Bourbon Red Fred is feeling kind of randy.
That's turkey talk for he's in the mood.
And because we currently have 3 frisky toms, we decided it was time to get our turkey nests up.
Just in case the girls were feeling the love too.
My Mister and I got to work, converting some old wooden boxes we already had.
My Mister used the portable band saw.
He handed me a hammer to pound out the old nails.
My Mister used the skill saw.
He had me fetch some wrenches.
I went on strike.
My Mister promoted me to chief of the staple gun.
I did so well, he then trained me on the band saw.
While he pounded out the "oops" staples.
Between the two of us, we managed to knock out 3 turkey nesting boxes in record time.
Which included most of the hours featuring daylight.
|Turkey nests are mounted on the outside of the coop.|
|A little straw and it's Home Sweet Home.|
After all that work, the hens spent the remainder of the day hiding out in the blackberry brambles.
Last I heard, the tom's found them.☺