Mark picked up his 30 poults this morning from the Post Office at 7:00 AM. Usually they all make it fine except for 1 or 2 that might have died in transit. Mark opened the box to find only one dead.
And then it gave a gasping breath!
Mark turned on his Mother Turkey mode to nurture this one sickly poult. He quickly gave it warm sugar water by a syringe to warm it up and give it a vital, quick energy boost. All the other poults are out in the brooder. This little one (now named Jessie for some reason) is in a box in our mud room for some TLC. So far so good and hopefully she’ll make it through the night.