Happy Turkey Day you all! Let the turkey massacre begin!
I went out into the backyard to sacrifice ol' Wild Pete, the turkey, for this day of ritual American killing(don't get me wrong, someone's got to die and be eaten). So ol' Wild Pete looks at me. Such baleful eyes. I hesitate, and he senses the looming sickle of death behind my back. Pete takes a step back with that bony scaly foot of his, and I know he is thinking, "Goddammit! I wish I could fly!"
"Pete, shhh, don't fret, " I coax. "We both knew this day would come, didn't we? I mean, Thanks GIVING. Pilgrims, etc. It's time to give, Pete, it's time to GIVE."
Pete just looks at me, says, "Oh no the fuck you don't" in Turkey gobble, and he tears off for the hole in the fence, hoping he can maybe squeeze through it.
Well, one hell of a chase ensued, and I finally did get ol' Wild Pete under my hands, and we shared one last look before I sacrificed him to the Thanksgiving gods. He made sure to get me dirty and sticky before letting his turkey spirit float away, which seems proper and fair. Should it have been the other way around, I would have stained him with my own blood in spite as well.
Thank you, ol' Pete, even though I don't eat meat, for offering yourself for dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
I went out into the backyard to sacrifice ol' Wild Pete, the turkey, for this day of ritual American killing(don't get me wrong, someone's got to die and be eaten). So ol' Wild Pete looks at me. Such baleful eyes. I hesitate, and he senses the looming sickle of death behind my back. Pete takes a step back with that bony scaly foot of his, and I know he is thinking, "Goddammit! I wish I could fly!"
"Pete, shhh, don't fret, " I coax. "We both knew this day would come, didn't we? I mean, Thanks GIVING. Pilgrims, etc. It's time to give, Pete, it's time to GIVE."
Pete just looks at me, says, "Oh no the fuck you don't" in Turkey gobble, and he tears off for the hole in the fence, hoping he can maybe squeeze through it.
Well, one hell of a chase ensued, and I finally did get ol' Wild Pete under my hands, and we shared one last look before I sacrificed him to the Thanksgiving gods. He made sure to get me dirty and sticky before letting his turkey spirit float away, which seems proper and fair. Should it have been the other way around, I would have stained him with my own blood in spite as well.
Thank you, ol' Pete, even though I don't eat meat, for offering yourself for dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
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Great pic. I figure you dont like packaged turkey, you like the ones that still gobble.