To me, at least, Turkeys come across as a rather stupid looking type of animal. I’ll never forget the time my father took me to buy a Christmas Turkey. It was in Ireland when I was about fourteen. He took me to a huge barn in Straffan (just outside Dublin) that for all intents and purposes resembled a giant aircraft hanger (albeit with stinky hazy air).
To this day I remember the ghoulish spectre very clearly in my minds eye. There were turkeys as far as I could see. Running around in the mud. Making silly gobbling noises. Waiting for people like us to stroll in and point at them so they could get the chop...
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