Notice how her turkey died. They all do. They were bred and created to be eaten, so they die.
Last years pardoned turkeys (Apple and Cider?) both died last year.
No wonder libs always seem so bitter. They spend their lives trying to fight nature in so many ways, and it’s just frustrating.
Every spring a new flock of wild turkeys makes my property part of their daily foraging. It’s always kind of fun for me to watch as the babies start learning the routine. And, I always feel a little wistful seeing the flock’s numbers thin through the summer and fall as the local coyotes enjoy Thanksgiving year round. This spring the flock started at twenty-two. I counted them yesterday as they made their way through the property, and was suprised to count 14 of them. That’s actually a lot more than usually remains by the time winter arrives.
By next spring, when they start all over again, I usually see only 5 or 6 adult turkeys accompanying the new babies on their foraging rounds. I figure the rest of them served as winter dinners for the coyotes. Too bad these PITA putzes can’t enjoy the Circle of Life and appreciate the wisdom of God and nature.
I’ve tried to explain to vegans that humans eating animals is much more “humane” than dogs and foxes ripping them to shreds. And our raising of them is better, too, than the wild.
The concept of “freedom” comes up, as if a dumb animal living a desperate life only to be painfully consumed at the end is equal to a human’s right to chose its own life course.