Ever year about this time my dad gets a fresh batch of baby turkeys. And it's always a good day if we happen to be out there when a new flock comes in. It makes me laugh though, the difference between Summer and Sawyer in the turkey house.
Sawyer just walks along, paying no attention to where he's going. More than once I had to rescue a poor little bird that was suffocating under his boot.
He's way more interested in the gadgets and equipment than the turkeys themselves.
He has no interest at all in holding one, even if I'm right there with him. It was a stretch to get him to touch it while I held it.
Meanwhile..... we have the turkey whisperer.
If she's awake in time (and she usually is), she goes out to help dad with the chores. Mostly she'll just sit and play with them if they're still at this stage. But she'll also help him carry any dead ones to the door!
She will gently hold them and dutifully tries to get them to eat and drink.
Polar opposites, they are!
2 comments:
Too cute!!!
That is so adorable. I love the differences! And what amazing memories for Summer and her Grandpa!
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