Raising Turkeys

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August 28, 2026

We love raising turkeys. Love, love, love, love, love.

Except sometimes they give us a really hard time.

Carmen, our Meatbird Manager, and I were commiserating and laughing last week - talking about what a rollercoaster raising turkeys is.

The hard part has always been the baby turkeys in the brooder.

We set the day-old poults (yes, that is what a baby turkey is called - and not "pullet," which is an adolescent laying hen) up in our brooder barn. They are too delicate to go straight to pasture. They are hardy enough to go out to pasture when they are about five weeks old.

Our brooder is set up to keep them clean, warm, and safe from predators with lots of access to feed and water (what a good mama turkey would give her babes).

Turkeys are different from chickens, and we have had harder times starting them in the brooder. We're still working on figuring out solutions to problems that pop up!

One thing we love about turkeys is also the thing that seems to make them really hard in the brooder: they love us. Yes, they love us, and they want us to be with them. When we aren't with them they seem to get anxious and freak out and do things like pile up on each other. (Yes, bad things happen when they pile up on each other.)

So, we end up spending a lot of time with them in the brooder early on, checking on them often. They swarm our feet and just love us, which is really cute, but the time commitment is a bit exhausting.

Turkeys are just really social, kind of like puppies. Chickens, by contrast, seem to not need us that much.

This is true for turkeys as they get older too, but *without* the piling up on each other and hurting each other. Their love is all positive: when we approach they run up to the fence, the males strut, they hang around. they even talk to us when we make noises (they can do call and response with a trilling noice).

Turkeys are also so in love with the fresh pasture that we give them that it makes moving them to fresh pasture all the more satisfying. Their heads are down, chomping away, gobbling grass like it's the best dinner ever.

Carmen was joking that she feels like what they say about mothers who forget all about the pains of childbirth when they see their adorable babies. Her memory of our miseries of brooding turkeys is fading as she adores the mature turkeys in the pasture, and she talks it down: "It wasn't that bad, right?" Ha!

No, it was that bad, but turkeys in the pasture are just that good.

Right now, the turkeys are right in the field in front of the farm store. They are a beautiful sight to see: vigorous, grazing, frolicking birds on green grass living a wonderful life. You should take some time to come to the farm when we are open and pay them a visit! Just sit down in the field next to them, bring a meal or drink and enjoy watching them be happy and funny. If you are unsure of how to get to them, just ask the person working the farm store for details.

Processing started on September 2nd, so by the end of the month they'll be in our freezers...

...so mark your calendars: at 8am on October 1st, our Thanksgiving turkeys go on sale! Don't miss out on these beauties!

-Jesse Straight

A Tribute to Wendell Berry from a Farmer Who Didn't Listen to His Advice

If you didn't hear, Wendell Berry passed away yesterday. I am indebted to Berry. In 2005 I had just graduated from college, and Liz and I were just married. And I was floundering a bit. Eager to set to some good work and to make a good life, but at a loss as to how to go about that. In terms of work and career I was all over the place--maybe med school, maybe seminary, maybe start a music festival, maybe go into audio documentary, maybe.... A friend of Liz and mine had recently spent a week visiting Berry, and sent us his short novel, A World Lost. We read it and loved it! It bit me. I was hooked. I read all of Berry's fiction that year. I read any chance I got--I remember reading at red lights. It was his vision of the good life and his critique of our modern life that captured my imagination. A big point of his is that fundamentally humans are happiest when their lives are as integrated as possible. I will get into what that means. But in contradiction to that, modern society has us "dis-integrated"--people don't live where they grew up, families don't live near each other, home and work are disconnected, children's lives and adult lives are disconnected, people are disconnected from food production, the work of the home is outsourced--no one makes anything at their home--it is only a place of ready-made consumption. Modernity is about specialization and outsourcing; and therefore dis-integration. And this has been an effective way to generate cash-wealth. If we all max our earning potential, and outsource all the work we can pay someone else to do more cheaply, then our bank accounts are ahead. So while this modern life has generated lots of cash-wealth, it has not done such a good job of making people happy. And Berry's point is that human lives are most full and most happy when they have this level of humane integratedness, rootedness, connection, localized knowledge, intimacy with your people and place; and when all the parts of your life are all intermeshed as possible--children, work, religion, home-making, neighbors, extended family, and your 3rd grade teacher are all mixed up and jumbled up in inter-crossing lines of familiarity and connection. This made a lot of sense to me, and caught me by the heart. I wanted this life of intimacy, connection, rootedness, care, friendship. That was step 1. Step 2 was coming across Joel Salatin's writings. Berry was the poet that wooed me to this idea of a good life. Salatin was the technician who laid out a compelling and reasonable plan for a novice like me to get into regenerative farming, do some good by healing land/animals/people, and actually provide a living for my family. So after doing a bunch of reading, and befriending farmers like Salatin, I decided I want to write a thank you letter to Berry. In my 1st letter I thank Berry for all his writings and let him know how he has benefited me, and let him know that I am making moves to get into regenerative farming. He sends back the below letter which is very kind and all, but essentially tells me to not go into full time farming. Ha! I remember reading that aghast, and a little angry--"this Berry guy thinks I am a fool and naive and have no idea what I am getting into--well, I will show him!" was about what I was thinking. So I take a deep breath, cool off a bit and write him back--pushing back and saying all the ways I have done my due diligence, and how I have a reasonable plan (and essentially, that "I am not a fool and naive, and I am a big grown up boy, thank you very much!"--Ha!). He then sends me back his very Berry-esque letter, which says essentially--"hey if you really want to get into farming, my advice isn't going to stop you." So Berry. Well, fast forward about 3 years from that letter. Liz and I had moved from Charlottesville back to my hometown of Warrenton (a very Berry-inspired move to be back in my hometown and near my family), and we had started Whiffletree Farm. I was working part time doing handyman work, while getting the farm business going. Berry had just published a new book of poetry and was making a reading stop at UVA. A friend involved with his stop at UVA invited us to a VIP reading. We went, and it was great. And then afterwards, there was some time where I could go up and speak to Berry. I went up and reminded him who I was and about our exchange of letters. And I told him how I was executing on this plan to ease into full time regenerative farming, with the handyman business, without going into debt, and how the farm business was growing, and that pretty soon we would be able to go full time. To this day, I can remember his reaction. It is a highlight of my life. He pumped his arm and said emphatically, "YES! This is how you have to do it!" It was my hero slapping me on the back. Major tingles. I was flying so high. My life could have gone in a lot of directions--some not so great. I was a pretty confused young man, and looking for direction. Liz and I are so grateful to Berry for his influence on us--his challenge to resist the current of modernity that prioritizes cash-wealth, and instead to go after an integrated life that prioritizes rootedness, connection, stability, sacrifice, friendship, care. It is still a daily challenge, but worth the fight! God bless Wendell Berry. Jesse Straight

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