The male estrogen levels are high here at the farm. They must be because everytime I turn around our tom turkey, Skeeter is in a huge combat with our muscovy drake, Sir Quacksalot. And I'll be honest, the battle has me watching in awe at these two big magnificent birds going at it that I completely forget to grab the camera. When I do remember and rush outside to catch this remarkable image on film (sort of speak) they immediately break up the fight. But the evidence is left behind.
Can you see the ring of blood around Skeeter's neck and chest? I tried to take a photo of Sir Quacksalot's battle scars, but for some reason they were in no mood for a photo op.
That's blood on Sir Quacksalots face and Skeeter's feathers in his mouth. Not sure who's blood it is but it's always a flying when they go at it, and thus far we don't have a winner or a loser or I'd assume the battle would have come to a conclusion by now. But whenever Skeeter gets a bit too close to Sir Quacksalot (and I'm thinking on purpose) away they go!
In other male news, we got a new rooster. I named him Frank. Just because. Okay, truth be told I'm running out of great name ideas.
He's a barred rock, a HUGE barred rock. And this spring's hatch. He's going to reproduce me some huge babies. That's the plan at least.
Frank is a good looking guy. I always find it interesting that some animals seem to "come" with names and some are really hard to find their names. And some don't seem to have names at all. Frank works for him, and if he doesn't mind, I say go with it!
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I live a very simple life on a small hobby farm along with my husband, three kids, and an assortment of animals. Life may be simple but I love every minute of it.