Saturday, March 26, 2011
Dead Turkey Love
My next door neighbors have five children ages four through seventeen. The oldest girl is in FFA (future farmers of America) and decided to raise a turkey for her project this year. She bought eighteen tiny baby turkeys which she was advised would probably lead to two turkeys reaching adulthood. A very nice huge pen was built in their backyard (we live in a subdivision) and the tiny birds were just darling. The youngest girl in the family, a four year old named Anna who is not in school, cared for these turkeys all day while the older kids were away. She fed them with a dropper, sat in their pen for hours each day, and gave each turkey some major "4 year old girl love." All eighteen turkeys made it to adulthood and it has been comical to watch Anna with these birds. She would sneak four or five at a time into her bed at night until they got so big she got caught. D Day came for the turkeys a couple of weeks ago. One turkey was sold at auction and my neighbors had to send the remaining ones to the meat processor to dress and keep themselves. They brought home all these turkeys fully dressed and all the neighbors have been stuffing them in all available freezers. Anna knew that the turkeys would be killed but she thought that the dead turkeys would come back to her house and lay out in the yard fully feathered and with their heads of course and that she would be able to "play with them better because they would be still." Every day when I come home from work she runs to my garage where my freezer is and begs to see her turkeys. Every day I open the freezer door and she pats a big turkey ball and says "hey baby, it's me.....Anna." Sigh.