This is...or was....Lucy, a sweet and singularly box-of-rocks silly....turkey we were once given.
Destined for the Thanksgiving table of Angelo, who delivered grain to us back in the day, she imprinted on humans.
She loved everybody.
Angelo didn't have the heart to eat her so he passed her off to us, imagining that we might be harder of heart.
Hah, around here, although we hunt and grow our own stock for food, there are still plenty of soft hearts.
Thus this pet bird had the run of the place until some wild varmint celebrated his Thanksgiving a little early and we lost her. We missed her...... In our defense, for weeks someone went out every night to pick her up and carry her into the pony barn. Have you ever been beaten up by a turkey? I have. I carted her in a couple of nights. Those wings! Dayam! She nearly beat me senseless.
Anyhow, I hope you all have a lovely holiday. We shamelessly cooked and boned our bird yesterday, so all that remains for today is thawing and heating yams and jams and spamalot....no, no, I mean squash and the like...and making gravy and dressing and a couple of casseroles....and then eating and a bit of delivery.
Liz made pies.
And bread.
And lots of cookies......
Love to all, and a very Happy Thanksgiving as well.
from Northview Diary http://ift.tt/2Bij18H
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