Friday, October 1, 2010
The door to the guinea crate popped open and one guinea escaped into the field, making quite a racket. No chance of catching him!
Wrapped in plastic and labeled, the turkeys look pretty much like a turkey you buy in a grocery store, but I still felt sad loading them into the coolers.
I find this aspect of farming tough. But if we did not raise turkeys for food, we would probably not raise them at all. We would miss out on the joy they bring. (I know, the idea that turkeys bring joy probably sounds crazy --if you don't know the turkeys.)
Driving home, a few miles from the processors' farm I passed a turkey grower with 6 or 7 long, low buildings, each probably 50 feet x 200 feet or longer, seemingly packed shoulder-to-shoulder with a sea of white turkeys. Each building probably contained a thousand birds or more. At the open end of one building I could see turkeys pressed up against the wire, peering out onto the pavement. What a life.
Even though they all will end up on a dinner table, I feel a bit consoled knowing that our turkeys could not have had a more pleasurable turkey life. They got to have free run of the farm, feast on garden produce, catch butterflies, tease the dogs and chase the cats, untie our shoelaces, accompany us on walks through the woods, be admired by all visitors to our farm and be pampered by us.
Thanks, dear turks.