Friendliest little turkey I have ever owned.
all around me as I did chores.
Always first at the gate to get her bread treats.
Growing her one little tail feather new out of her tail
Proudly displaying that one feather on Monday night
Keith, last night, exhausted ... at 9:30, after having gone down in the pasture with the spotlight to try to find Clarabelle in the dark and the high weeds
Where I found her today. To her left is a place where the fox has been coming in and out regularly... he has dug under the fence, and there is a little path, you can just make it out on the left in the dappled sunlight, and Clara's poor little body, what's left of it, on the right. My poor little Turkette.
Keith tried so hard last night, and we knew it was an 80-20 chance she would make it through the night. I remember her going down there alone... and thinking... "Why is she looking for a place to lay so late?" ... but both Turkettes stayed out at night several times safely. I remember thinking "Oh no, she's not here" when I went out at dark to finish locking up.
We'll miss her.