I want to take a moment at this time of year to write a special note to you, Mr. Turkey. I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve been thinking much of you as the year turns to autumn.
Remember when you were just a little poult, still wet and sticky coming out of the egg? I was there to watch your transformation into a kicking, wriggly creature. Remember when I reached inside the warm, humid world of the incubator and brought you into the light of the cardboard brooder box in our house? That was spring, which seems a long time ago now.