No one really thought that all 12 baby turkeys would grow up into big turkeys, but the man took very good care of them. He will miss them.
He wanted to give them to our friends for Thanksgiving, and I had always been hesitant as to how that was going to play out, as I was not really looking forward to slaughtering 12 turkeys. Then he tells me his plan, let each family slaughter their own. Ha! Novel idea.
Today was the day, and the weather was spectacular. I was relieved that they were penned last night, as sometimes if we don’t catch them early enough they roost high up in the trees. But this morning he felt sorry for them, being cooped up when they like to get out right away in the morning, so he let them out.
We had some great helpers to get them rounded up again, when it was “time.”
It was also a “bring your own bird” party, and a few ducks were processed as well.
They were beautiful birds.
Andy came up with an amazing creation of pvc pipe… that would fit on the end of an electric drill, which would spin very fast and remove most of the feathers.
It worked like a charm and saved a lot of time.
The birds are quickly and humanely killed, and then dipped into hot water which softens the feathers so they can be easily plucked.
We had some expert and very eager helpers.
The man will miss his turkeys, which makes me a little nervous. He will probably want 100 next year.
Goosey brought me a big fat hen, what a real treat, and I have already forgotten the name. Her children were protesting this morning where she was taking Mrs. What’s-It’s-Name, and I will rectify this name fog problem in the morning. Obviously too much egg nog. 😉
Yes, we keep the feet, and no they are not nasty. Well, yes they are very nasty to begin with, but you dunk them in the hot water and peel off the layer of nastiness and the outer nasty nails, leaving underneath clean feet and toes. Ok, I know you are saying YUCK! But chicken, duck or turkey feet are a key ingredient in rich bone broth, full of collagen…
Keeping the beautiful turkey feathers.
and this was the last turkey.
There was one last turkey, the smallest hen, that was promised to remain alive for 5 year old Nettie, who could not make it to the party.
Then it was time to eat. The amazing Stephanie made carpaccio of Elk…
I really just wanted to drink eggnog and rum all night, divine, but there were other delights. One of Goosey’s homeschool classes is for all her children to learn how to cook. This was one of her children’s projects.