Jeanne thought we needed new life for spring which we still haven't seen here. So John decided he wanted turkey poults. They're about a week old. He bought them on Good Friday and said we couldn't name them, because we were going to have them for Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. So he calls them T1, T2 and T3. They live in an old Safeway banana hamper on top of the wash/dryer with a light over one end for warmth. They sing to each other sometimes with something that sounds like doo, doooo, doot, doot, and the other answers doot, doot, doot. John whistles show tunes to them which they like. They get real quiet and cock their heads at him. They are partial to “South Pacific”. Today they had chopped garden salad of chives, dandelion, clover and grass, besides flock starter. They gobbled it up. Fish worms are on the menu tomorrow.