when I'm outside, my dear Franklin stays by my side. He's a Bourbon Red Turkey tom.
This time of year is my favorite, when whatever I gather, dictates what we have for supper. Don't get anymore "local" than this, great for my soul.
Farm fresh [goat] cheese with whatever seasonings I mix in.
fresh eggs
Shaved Brussels Sprouts Salad
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9 comments:
Cute guineas. Mine are getting huge! Nice harvest.
I love guineas. My mother used to tell me they wore dotted Swiss dresses with red bows at their necks.
Are turkey toms not mean like roosters?
Yep! Life doesn't get much better. This is what small farming is all about. Does the color of Franklin's wattles change with his mood? If so, he looks to be in fine fettle.
I miss seeing Fred, my turkey each day. He always talked to me. Nothing beats eating fresh from the garden!
Ahh, your garden produce looks heavenly! Franklin fascinates me - I never imagined a turkey could be so tame and friendly. And the guineas - what adorable little fluff balls!
OK - may as well get to work on the last of the packing.
Nancy in Atlanta
Wow, you're looking pretty self-sufficient there! Are you going to eat any of the guineas, or are they for eggs & bug control?
When I saw that first picture of the chicks, before I read your text, I thought they were honeybees!
Are all those veggies from your garden?? We definitely need to get out there some time. The guineas are adorable!
We are trying to eat local as much as possible too. Great photos!
I'll have to blog about it, people asking me about aren't roosters, etc mean. We don't have any mean animals at all. We live in harmony with ours.
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