No, it really wasn’t all that black. The weather, however, sure added to the drama.
Buster Brown, the nasty billy-goat, went bye-bye. I think the only thing that is dark about that is he was keeping our beloved Great Pyrenees company while she guards the chickens. She may be suffering from loneliness a little bit but we plan to supply her with another playmate soon. She like to lick the chickens to death if she doesn’t have anything else to think about.
The butchering of the turkey was pretty uneventful as well.
This is what you will be having for dinner.
This is what we’re having. You wanna come for dinner?
I hope my family doesn’t mind getting feathers stuck between their teeth as they chew the stringy, tough turkey. She only weighed out at 7.8 lbs. She’s been running around here for the past 5 months so we are pretty confident the meat wont be too succulent.
Pops and I decided that we will leave the meat chickens to the Amish for processing. They can do 150 chickens an hour. We did 1 turkey in the same time.
Ugly? yes. But we know exactly where that turkey came from. We know what it has eaten. We know the kind of life it lived. She was queen of the guineas. She ruled. Please make an effort to know where your turkey came from.
I am participating in an art show in a few weeks. If you are in the area, please stop by. The opening reception should be a grand time. Can you guess which painting on the invite is mine?
It would be the second one in from the left. The tree.
Ferns in Christian art symbolize humility. I like that.
I pray that your week is a good one. I pray for healing for all those that need healing. I pray for safety, courage and strength for our service men and women.