Sorry, I fell into the mud again!

This time I was chasing a turkey. My mom and I just got home and she told me to check on the turkeys. IBourbo Red communing ran as fast as I could down to the old playhouse where they live. But when I got down I saw the last turkey fly away!

I ran to Mom who said, ‘Go look for the turkeys; I’ll check the woods.’ Again I ran back down the hill to the stream this time. I saw the same turkey soar over my head to the branches on an oak tree (I think its oak) so I ran towards it not noticing that a big puddle of mud was right before my foot.  I put my second foot down and tried to lift my first. Both of my feet slid out from under me making a flack-flack sound coming out from the mud. My jeans and tee shirt landed in the mud but at the last moment, with a splat sound, my hair hit the mud. At that point I screamed. At first I thought I saw a giant hairy spider, but it was my hair covered in mud. I screamed again, ten times to be exact.

Mom came down and asked ,‘are you all right? Did you see the turkeys?’ I sniffled. Mom took me up to the playhouse just to see if we still had any turkeys. Apparently only three turkeys escaped. The rest were hiding in the grass in their pen.

So far I’ve gotten covered in mud twice, for nothing!

Editor's Note: The family started out with 20 turkeys and now sadly has only seven.  A young visitor held a couple of the chicks too tightly, new puppies became a little too playful, turkey wings need to be clipped regularly.  Thanksgiving saeson is going to be a little lean this year.  Life on a farm goes round and round and not something you are usually aware of when you purchase your turkey at the local supermarket.