Last night, Jon, my sister’s husband, went outside to put the turkeys and chickens away. He couldn’t locate the black turkey, Finley. They thought that maybe a coyote had grabbed him.
While searching today, Jon found Finley in the ditch across the street. Apparently, he had been hit by a car. Jennifer’s heart is broken. She loves all animals and will greatly miss Finley.
I really hate it. I knew something was going to happen. Those chickens and turkeys are to close to the street.
That’s awful—is there anything they’re going to do to protect the others? (maybe put up a turkey crossing sign, or a fence?)
They are currently working on a pen to keep them in.