Ah, Trudy the Turkey, the one who was spared from being someone's Thanksgiving dinner because she had a blemish. (Don't regret not being perfect. It may save your life.)
James kept Trudy (he calls her Turkey) with three broiler chickens that were too small to go to slaughter. When it got too cold to keep them in the big broiler barn, they were moved to a cozy corner of the cattle barn. When that space was needed for Flower, our milk cow, Trudy found her home with the laying hens. Two of the broilers are comfy in a sheep pen and the other one lost his way to the stock pot.
Trudy wasn't sure what to make of the layers. But Big Red the Rooster knew what to make of her. He was going to show her who was boss and put her in her place. He flew at her, once, twice, three times. Her being somewhat bigger than he was didn't matter to him. He was THE boss and everyone needed to recognize that, including this new interloper.
Well, you know what they say. "Three strikes and you're out!" Trudy's face changed dramatically; she fluffed up her feathers to look twice her size. She grabbed Big Red by his head and quickly threw him to the ground, like you would see in the best WWE fight. He was stunned!
There's a new order in the hen house now with a no-nonsense administrator.
One day when James was gathering eggs, he noticed Trudy acting a little differently and going behind the open door that separates two areas in the hen house. Upon investigation, he saw an egg. Did some hen lay it there? Nope. It was too big. Trudy had laid her first egg.
Martin says Trudy's eggs are the best!