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Sunday, August 5, 2012

No Hope For Bob's Hope

"Bob" our beautiful male Royal Palm turkey is now a widower.

"Hope" our female Royal Palm Turkey went missing early this summer and we gave up any belief that there might be a positive outcome.

It has been many, many weeks since we last saw Hope. She wondered off in search of a nest site and at first she would come home every few days or so to fill her belly on corn and grain. She did this for a couple of weeks and suddenly stopped coming back.
A neighbor down the road a piece, told us he heard a commotion one night and when he went outside to investigate, he found nothing but feathers, and we believe this was all that remained of our sweet Hope.

Hope was a great Momma when she hatched out some chicken eggs that ended up in her nest, and we really were looking forward to see her bring her newly hatched turkey poults home.

So now we have a lonely Bob on our hands, and I do hope to find him a mate or two. Bob has his own local fan club here with people driving by and yelling "Hi Bob" out thier car windows, or folks bringing thier grandkids down the road to visit with Bob. He almost always responds to the attention by strutting his stuff and answers their "HI Bob" with a gooble gooble gooble.

We do have some good turkey news, a friend Dave Brennan dropped off some turkey eggs and we hatched out 8 of what I believe might be wild turkeys. I lost one of the babies, so we are down to seven.

We hope to keep a couple and it would be great if they turn out to be hens.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

So sad that she never did come home. It is exciting though that you have these beautiful babies! We counted about 30 in our yard the other day 4 or 5 Big ones and two different size groups of poults. They are fun to watch. Love you all, Mom