Tuesday, March 29, 2011
While milking Cindy, I heard the loud turkey equivalent of, "Fight! Fight!" Looking up the hill, at first I couldn't figure out what I was seeing. These two toms were engaged in battle...but in the strangest way. It appears that it was a test of strength with necks entwined rather than an attempt to do damage, and they circled left and right in a graceful pas de deux, never separating. Each combatant had a "second," and, like corner men at a boxing match, they yelled encouragement and possibly instructions. This fight lasted while I milked three goats, and I could hear it go on even after they'd gone over the crest of the hill. This was "boys only," as there were no hens nearby.
Sometimes I feel that I'm turning the pages of a living National Geographic...the things I've seen here.