But it nags at me and I go out to have a look.One of the Lucys’(that is what we call all of the turkey hens) has abandoned her nest and is outside the pen with Frank (the Tom); “Hussy”, I think to myself.
Then I see another of the hens off of her nest and pecking at something. There is a snake with a belly full of turkey egg caught halfway in and out of the poultry wire. On one end a turkey is pecking at it and on the other end it is getting zapped with electricity – not a good day – and it’s about to get worse.I hate to kill snakes because they are the best rodenticide that money can’t buy. But now that it has shown a preference for eggs over voles and mice………well it has got to go.