Gobble, Gobble & Gobbled
A fine Thanksgiving with friends at our Nest. Owing to our position atop the food chain, certain sacrifices, I’m afraid, had to be made
An ignominious fate to be stuffed, baked, and eaten. Out of respect for the bird we performed these deeds in private.
The name of the bird does derive from the nation of the same name. For the longest time Europeans, the Portuguese in particular, had been importing small hens via the Ottaman empire (present day Turkey). These hens, native to the east coast of Africa, became known in Europe as turkey-hens. Many years later New World explorers returned to Europe with birds that were mistaken for turkey hens, and thus were named Turkeys.
Don’t ask me about Chicken. I got nothing.
Nothing outside to give thanks for either. Heavy rain and high wind battered the Nest day and night. Add a moderate storm surge to an exceptionally high tide, and the entire beach just disappeared. The waves were so high they were lapping at the base of the decks on the sea-side cottages.
On the nobility spectrum, far away from Turkeys, these birds were undaunted by hideous weather
