It was only 47℉ this morning! It seems to have made Chavez, Stormy, and me a little drowsy:
But I’m up now, and have a smile just for you!
Ferdinand has had his bath and now it’s Paschal’s turn:
Finally, is this a chicken or a turkey? Turken says, “Of course, I’m a chicken!”
People call my breed a turken (or turkin) because I don’t have feathers on my neck or head, like a turkey—but I’m very much a chicken! 🐓
Here I am in action, just one of the flock:
Did you know that I’m quite a common breed in Europe? I’m also known as a “Transylvanian Naked Neck.” But here at the farm, I’m happy to be just called Turken. 🐔