ahem, ok back to turkey talk

But seriously, they are also very kind people; very patient and giving of their time to us. We have seen and learned so many things because of their generosity.

With regards the youtube, I met Dan through my Urban Daisy site, and he may be too shy to talk turkeys with me, and has offered a little social commentary on recent happenings, instead.

Whatever the case, what a blessing he is!

I agree with you regarding the idea that it is better to tell the truth: I see no moral in protecting the reputation in death, of one who cared not to protect it in life.

Holly, I was surprised to the soles of my (borrowed) gumboots. They really were not what I was expecting to find.

It’s an interesting video, but the message I get from it is centered
around his “I’m a victim of police brutality.” Michael Jackson was
no victim of anyone but himself and his inability to admit that he
was one messed up individual. It’s a shocker that he died in this
fashion at this point in his life but I am certain that the families
of some small children are not entirely unhappy to see him gone.
He had a talent for music but his actions around small boys were
certainly questionable. Which makes the content and message in the
video also questionable.]

And this is my reply:

Certainly, you’re right. It’s sad to criticize a dead man
(“de mortuis nil nisi bene” or “de mortuis nil nisi bonum dicendum est”
- “No one can speak ill of the dead” – but also it’s an error
not to say the truth. I deliberate made this choice to point the sarcasm
between his incontestable musical endowment (not genius, he wasn’t “The King”
as it’s said, he wasn’t John Lennon) and his way of life.
A literary critic said that those who loved Percy Bysshe Shelley must bemoan his
death at 30 and those who loved George Gordon Byron must rejoice that he quit
at 36 because he would become a reactionary if he would live more.
I don’t agreed, but I’d say it’s sad that Lennon passed at 40 and it’s dismal
that Jackson lingered on beyond 25.

…I wished the farmer would let me take one home and bring it back when it was big.

and

…Do you think if I bought one from him, then he wouldn’t mind letting me have it until it’s big?

and

…Do you think if I had just one turkey baby it would be too lonely?

Sigh. Then I drove home to our house, where the closest thing we have to a pet are the caterpillars we are watching in jars.

Jillian, the farmer said the turkey hen hatched the chicks herself, but he takes them to raise because she won’t look after them, especially during this cold weather, and because they will lose them to hawks and crows if they are outside.

Luke, I have been helpless before the onslaught of cute that has come my way through the farm. Though, the turkeys were the last baby things that the farmer is expecting for a while.

I hope to take pictures of the actual farmer yet, because his face is one of the kind that just bears a lot of scrutiny. You know how some faces look so they just must have a story? His is such a one. He also has the twinkliest eyes I’ve seen outside of a book description! I’ll post one if I can catch him long enough from his work.

We have turkeys, but so far haven’t had any turkey chicks.

Blessings,
Jillian
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