Pick me! Pick me!

Thanksgiving is near. This morning I had twenty-five live turkeys. Now, at lunch time, I have one less. It's a lot of work processing them for the table. It's also a lot of work breeding the critters and feeding and caring for them.

Then comes the day when I bring a rope instead of breakfast. They all line up and gobble; all wanting to be the one who gets most of my attention. It sucks to feel I betray them, but it's that or... just have jams and stuffing.

I don't take these chores lightly. Also, when a turkey is served up, I don't over-eat, or throw the left-overs in the trash. I gnaw on each little morsel just like I can imagine the pilgrims did, if they indeed had turkeys to eat.

Just philosophizing, if that's a word.