And no, Thanksgiving didn’t arrive early. I got this email from a friend who lives nearby:
“We had mass carnage at the turkey farm yesterday…Dave and I went out early in the morning to walk the dog and feed the turkeys and found a gruesome scene. Something got into the turkey pen. No clue as to what or how the hell it got in. At least 8 turkeys dead, three more badly wounded, one of whom died overnight. We’re still finding turkey parts all over.”
Ahh, country life. So bucolic, when it isn’t drenched in blood.
And for more rural fun, here’s a picture of our neighbor’s cows. Moo.
