My week: don’t let the turkeys get you down

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I let the turkeys get me down.  And boy did it hurt.

We have this 25m x 5m concrete strip along our back fence and a family of bush turkeys have decided it’s the perfect spot for a nest. Now that might not be such a problem in a leafy, rambling backyard, but on concrete it looks like Armageddon as Bush Turkey Dad scratches around our backyard, flipping every bit of dirt and wood chip and leaf mulch he can find out of the garden onto it.

Every day we sweep it up, every day he starts again.

I’ve been storming around the garden with a Nerf watergun over my shoulder shooting at him and sure, he disappears for a moment, but as soon as I turn my back, he’s at it again.

I was doing our daily restoration of order when I bent to flip the bin full of mulch into the garden.

ARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHH.

There went my back. Or, more specifically, the ligaments in my pelvis.

My pelvis was already dodgy from the Chicken Incident. The various physios I have paid hundreds of dollars to help me recover from my “splits injury” are always entertained when I tell them about the Chicken Incident. You see, it had started raining and I had two baby chickens tweeting around on our back deck, so I grabbed one in each hand and dashed inside, then slipped on the wooden floor boards and … splits injury.

Nasty.

And now, around a year later, just as I was starting to finally do lunges again at the gym … who knows when I’ll do Pump again.

Wow it hurts.

At first I tried to pretend everything was fine and kept raking. I was loathe to call Husband because relations between us weren’t cordial. We’d had a falling out the previous night. We were not friends. But finally I faced the fact I needed help more than I needed to remain on my high horse.

Husband dashed home, frantically searching for late-night physios on his iPhone as he went. Which may explain why he ran up the back of someone on the way …

It turned out to be one of the school mums. Eeek. Unfortunately, we have form in this area. (See Small World Syndrome.) So we may never hear the end of it.

And to think we’d only just gotten the car repaired from the last crash … (See The Crash.)

(Read more about the turkey hell here and how it might – together with the bunny problem – cause a divorce here.)

But it wasn’t all physical injury this week …

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My heart was sore on Monday at Husband’s grandfather’s funeral. Wow it was sad. The kids were sobbing as we waited for the coffin to be loaded into the hearse.  Not surprising, considering it was their first funeral.

But there were funny moments too, such as learning during the service that Husband’s great-grandmother was Madame Ouzo, fortune teller and phrenologist, on the show circuit in NSW.

Oh yes, she was!

At the wake, I started chatting to Husband’s cousin’s wife and realised she lives 10 minutes drive from us. Guilt trip! So I promised to have her over to lunch (Jackie, if you’re reading this, I’ve had a bit of a setback with the whole turkey business).  Read more about the twinnies encounter here.

Meanwhile, over at iVillage …

Things kept powering on and a funeral and a back injury weren’t going to get in their way. Here are my editor’s favourites of the week:

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It’s been another busy week in the iVillage office as we continue bedding down our new look. Are you enjoying it? Please make sure to let us know your thoughts at info@ivillage.com.au.

Here are some of my favourite stories of the week. Do you have any to add?

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>> The story that stopped me in my tracks was this one: ever wondered what happened to Disney’s Princesses after their Happily Ever After? This photographer has created a confronting series of images that answer the question. Take a look and tell us – fantastically realistic? Or too much? >>http://bit.ly/195sdJF

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>> A journalist controversially claimed: “Any woman who says she’s happy to be childless is a liar or a fool”. Read her argument here and let us know what you think >> http://bit.ly/1cyIWZQ

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>> This father revealed why it took him three years to feel like a dad >>http://bit.ly/191TYmp

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>> Logan Stevenson, the dying toddler who served as best man at his parent’s wedding, passed away. Heartbreaking details here >> http://bit.ly/14xeywO

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>> This story – 22 signs you’re the mum of boys – was shared more than 260 times on Facebook. Read it here to see why  >> http://bit.ly/15MnxXN

Cookie-Monster

>> Sesame Street has taken advantage of the Cookie Monster’s popularity with kids to teach them that good things come to those who wait. Watch the brilliant song here, then show your kids – they’ll love it >> http://bit.ly/17wJ0SH

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>> One mum offered her solution to the toddler dinnertime battle and we asked: How do you deal with food stand-offs? >> http://bit.ly/15P7cBL

>> There was outrage over a study that showed childless women think working mums are slackers. As Susan growled on Facebook: “Slackers, eh? All mothers are working mums – and some of us are also in paid employment – yes, that’s two jobs!” Read about the controversy here  >> http://bit.ly/16qFJVZ

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>> And a dad wrote heartbreaking words about the grief of miscarriage >>http://bit.ly/16vBvwi

Meanwhile in foodie heaven …

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I shared 5 recipe ideas for feeding your family during the week >> http://bit.ly/17sKmxA

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>> I also got a bit distracted by 10 fashionable food ideas that are total eye candy. How clever are these stained glass biscuit sunglasses for example? See the rest here >>  http://bit.ly/19JN4VF

Cherry Tea Cakes

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>>And finally, these, my friends, are Butterbeer Ice-Cream Sandwiches (Harry Potter would be SO impressed). There are 10 more decadent ice-cream sandwich recipes in the article … you’re welcome >> http://ow.ly/n8QC5

HOW WAS YOUR WEEK?

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One thought on “My week: don’t let the turkeys get you down

  1. Poor you! Hope your recovery is as speedy as possible! (And soooooo cool about Madame Ouzo! The things you find out at funerals, hey?!!)

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