My daughter’s roving band of feathered foolish ones.
“Turkeys on the grass, alas!”
This is a farm, so I needn’t go into their ultimate fate for those of you with sensitive sensibilities. These handsome creatures lived a short but on the whole happy avian life, as evidenced by their presence very much out of the barnyard, foraging for fallen crab apples, and slugs and other delectables in the garden.
Carpe diem, all.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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