Last week one of my 2 turkeys got stuck between the steps and the house. Technically she wasn't stuck, all she had to do was back out, but turkeys really aren't that bright. Anyway, after trying to coax her out with no success, I decided to go call my dad to help me.
On my way back to the turkey, still carrying a large scoop of food, I felt that familiar dizzy rush, and knew I was going down. We had rain the night before, so down I went into the mud, the feed flew high in the air, and I was covered in chicken scratch. The other turkey was trying to go through the fence to get to me and the feed, but thank goodness I had closed the gate.
I asked Paul how he would explain to everyone that his wife had been killed by a stampeding hungry 40lb turkey!