The past week has been very busy and very stressful. This last Saturday was our day to process our turkeys for our holiday orders. I always have a hard time with this. On one hand, "it’s time", the birds are getting into everything and driving us crazy, and the whole property is like an avian jungle gym. On the other hand, we cooed over every single one of them and watched them grow and have a great life, and it is depressing on some level to have to convert them into dinner. Sometimes I think I make a lousy farmer, because I care too much. But really, I guess the day I stop caring is the day I won’t be bothering to raise birds any longer.