It's fun to see my Thanksgiving dinner running around the farm. Turkeys are incredibly strange creatures. They're reminiscent of dinosaurs and sound about the same (I imagine). They move as a group and run really fast so that taking pictures can be difficult. We're slaughtering them soon so I can triumphantly carry a turkey I've killed myself to the table this November. That'll be much more of an adventure than providing the pumpkin, I'm sure.
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