As I stood there contemplating where they would have wandered that burrs would be and what if it is not a burr, I started slowly creeping up on them. As they slowly eased away with that look of "what the H is she doing", the chase began. I'm freaking out. The turkeys are freaking out and I have The Captain yelling out "Is today the day?". I guess he thought I was trying to catch Thanksgiving....
So I get these guys cornered in the pen. Now consider the fact a turkey wing span is about 5 times that of a chicken. And stronger. Much stronger. I finally got Stuffing in my grasp, most likely because he was too fat to jump the fence like his friends who gobbled "C'ya sucker" as they ran for the hill.
His wing kept smacking me in the face and I finally got him in the football hold a few face scratches later.
He is staring at me and is obviosly not happy of his capture.
So I grab that burr and...Well. It turns out this Unusual Farm Chick as she went through her checklist of what is that on his chest, did not factor in...Turkey Tom's grow beards. On their chests.
So let that be a lesson to all who travel this way, Tom Turkey's grow beards and they look like a burr when they start to grow one.