Thursday, November 18, 2010
Turkeys by the Firepit
[Turkeys by the Firepit. At about 1:00, watch them start calling to the raven flying overhead. They don't even seem to notice that I exist.]
Living in the woods is beautiful. As Thanksgiving approaches, it becomes more and more clear why Wild Turkey would be a traditional food. They are numerous and completely unfazed by our existence. It seems really silly that we're budgeting to buy a turkey in town when they're just begging to be eaten in our own back yard.
The sickness here on the land was HORRIBLE, but seems to be passing. I was knocked out completely for 9 days in a row, putting a huge dent in my weaving production at a critical time for holiday preparation. Today my lungs are still under siege, but not so bad that I can't work. At last!
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2 comments:
cool! so why aren't you having wild turkey for thanksgiving? Nice visiting with you the other night! Hugs, Leo
P.S. My word verification for this post is ovumses!
Ah, the politics of animal husbandry and hunting on a pacifist commune. It says, "...in harmony with nature..." in our bylaws, doesn't it!? Eating other animals is what keeps the natural world goin' 'round!
Alas, getting consensus to take a real action on such an idea would take a long time and a lot of tears, if it would be possible at all. But, nary an eye is blinked when we eat a turkey raised in a hideous factory farm. Go figure.
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