Cleaning the Turkey in the Tux was all well and good until the Turkey decided to swallow the cufflinks.
Down the gullet and straight into the waste bucket.
It was not a pretty sight to behold.
As you say ,for the next turkey we will have to do it the old fashioned way, with the axe and block outside.
When we lived in Alaska Territory, we had a tree stump in the yard that was the chopping block for many of our chickens on a Saturday.
What fun it was to watch them run around! My dad was so good at fetching Sunday dinner! LOL!
(I still want a turkey sandwich...)