Novella Carpenter wrote:Muslim tradition says one must look an animal in the eye until its soul departs -- and I was satisfied that Harold and I had a sufficient dialogue. He did gobble once, a warning sound that he and Maude regularly made, which made me a little sad that in the moment of his death he might have been scared. Mostly, though, it was a solemn moment. Head detached from body, I hefted what was once Harold to a bucket to bleed him out. Though headless he thrashed mightily. I felt relieved, giddy and shameful.
Read the whole story, from ordering the birds from
McMurray Hatchery through the Thanksgiving dinner
here.
Joe G.
"Whatever may be wrong with the world, at least it has some good things to eat." -- Cowboy Jack Clement