Pepe, that scrawny little poult who slept with a hot water bottle back in March (see here) has grown into a very large turkey. Someone commented recently that he's much too big to fit into the oven, and might need to be cooked in two instalments: for Thanksgiving and then again for Christmas. Others, meanwhile, are not convinced that Pepe will get the chop this winter, and we're hoping they don't organise a "Poor Pepe" save-the-turkey petition on his behalf.Anyway, after yesterday's big move, the time arrived today to move Pepe and his little gang (four young hens that we bought as tiny chicks in April) to their new home. I was expecting that boxing the turkey was going to be an event of some excitement, and was standing with a camera at the ready while the others prepared to capture him and bundle him into a large cardboard box. In the end, it was rather an anti-climax. Rite just walked over to the big boy, scooped him up in her arms, and simply placed him in the box. And here was I, hoping to get some video footage worthy of "You've been Framed." The only film-worthy moment was when Pepe suddenly tried to make a break for freedom, and flapped his big wings so hard that he almost gave Stephe a black eye!
Far more challenging was the attempt to corner and box the four hens. It took quite a while for Stephe, Rite and Tony to round them all up, while Barbara and I guarded the box to make sure that they couldn't escape once they were in it. Then we loaded the boxes into the car, and now all five of our feathered friends have moved to their new home.
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