Their clock is ticking

Sissy and I were driving past a live turkey farm yesterday when she got to musing about the poor little bastards.  As I happened to be savoring a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich at the time, I pleaded with her to stop so as not to spoil breakfast.  Somehow my request only seemed to spur her on further.  She got as far as mentioning the plucking of feathers* when I was forced to passionately beg her, in a sisterly manner, mind you, to cease any talk of poultry.  It just wasn't seemly.

A harmless sibling exchange; mildly annoying at most, and yet...I awoke this morning from a dream about turkeys. 

Gobble gobble.

* Is it true the feathers are sometimes plucked pre-slaughter?  I'm too much of a chicken to google it.  (Please pardon the poultry pun.  I couldn't resist.) 

Comments

[Weinerdog]

If you really want to know how turkey's are killed, look no further than your beloved Gordon Ramsey.
Just google episodes of the F Word to see him and his children raise and then kill the poor things. The kids even name the birds Nigella and Jamie if I'm not mistaken.

[Sissy]

Gobble, gobble, gobble!

[The Odd Broad]

Ween, I think he raised pigs in that episode? Of course, I can't google it now as I'm about to eat pork tenderloin...