We said good-bye to Big Red this week, and ate him for dinner. All in all he had a good life walking around the farm these last two years and eating lots of good food. He had lost a bunch of feathers in an encounter with a dog and did not realize this meant he could not fly. Every morning he tried to fly off the chicken coop and fell on his back but this did not stop him from trying or from being proud of his appearance as he spent the rest of the day parading around in full turkey display fashion. I will not exactly miss his constant gobbling but I am thankful for his time on the farm.
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