Red Neck Turkey Crate

I have some friends out here in this forsaken land who are always thoughtful and always seem to show up when I need some help. We do a little barter and trade and sell and buy from each other as well. The woman is a great baker and I encouraged her to learn to make soap and she has. The man is an all around fellow who knows about farming the old fashioned way and also knows alot about fixing stuff. If I ask for help, if they can, they come. That is always appreciated and I would definitely try to do the same for them. 

During the spring, I bought two turkeys and a tom from them, plus geese and ducks. Shortly after, the tom died. I did not ask for a replacement, but today, this morning, I got a phone call asking if I was home and if they could drop by with a surprise. About a half hour later, the man and his son, who lives in Grand Prairie, I believe, came by. They were driving the welding truck and we looked in the back. There was a crate there and I could barely make out the head of a large bird. He asked his son to bring down a tom turkey and replaced the one that had died in the spring. Now that is being neighbourly beyone the call of duty. 

We had a quick look around the farm and he mentioned his Silky rooster died. I happened to have two Silky roosters and offered him one, no charge of course. That is how we do it. It is nice to have some friends out here and I am grateful for these lovely folks. I am comforted knowing they enjoy my company too and we have had many long conversations standing in their barnyard or mine. 

But, I have never seen a red neck turkey crate until today! Now, I have seen it all!

I know what they mean when they say, if there is duct tape there is a way!

And there he is, in his red neck turkey crate, in which he rode all the way from Grande Prairie. That is a long ride in a tight space, but he got to have the warmth of the vehicle, since he was in the back seat.