Road Trip

I'm someone who's always happiest with something to look forward too.  Whether it's a major event like the Gibbston Harvest Festival (lots of wine accompanied by more wine, with wine to finish), or just the anticipation of my next Light Sussex laying an egg, there needs to be SOMETHING looming on the horizon.

While Christmas is coming up with all its glittering lights and tinsel, I'm really looking forward to taking a road trip this Thursday.  Why?  Because I'm off to pick up turkeys!

The Winemaker has been talking about turkey farming since before Thanksgiving, and I spotted some on Trade Me (naturally) last week.  There are four hens, an unrelated tom, and two chicks currently living down in Invercargill.  Hopefully I didn't really pester The Winemaker into buying them, and I was only trying to be helpful when I tracked down some potential housing for them, and just because I happened to get a price for turkey food didn't mean he had to agree to me clicking the 'Buy Now' button on his behalf to secure the new livestock.

My biggest concern is that the penthouse chicken coop delux isn't quite finished, so The Winemaker's Wife's chooks are still at our place.  Just pleased I wasn't around last night when The Winemaker broke the news about the turkeys.

Something tells me The Boss and I will be pitching in to get the chook house finished, the turkey shed converted, and both buildings fenced off in the next day or so.

Right, it's time to feed Pinecone and his mates up at The Farm before I clean out our biggest cat cage. Since I'm off to Invercargill it's only sensible I make the trip worthwhile and pick up a couple of new chooks for myself at the same time.  And yes, The Boss does know about them.

What I've learnt today:

1. Last night's torrential rain has revealled some major leaks in the chook house roof.
2. I'll need to do a bit of googling later on today in anticipation of my first hands on experience catching turkeys on Thursday as they are currently free ranging.  With my lack of hand to eye co-ordination, I'm fairly sure there will be blood and tears....

UPDATE:
Flat tyre a few hundred metres down the road from home. Accidently locked keys in car. Broke good wineglass emptying dishwasher while waiting for The Boss to come home and rescue me.  Think I better go back to bed!