Turkey Mojo
Tripp died. I really thought she would make it, but she didn't.
I’m working my way through the grieving process. For those who think grieving over a pet is foolish, well, I guess I’m just a fool. A big one. We lost Elvis three months ago and now Tripp. The house is getting mighty empty.
“Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.” Selma Lagerlof.
I’m in the “what’s it all about, Alfie?” phase. And I’m afraid I’ve lost my mojo.
I’m not even certain what mojo is, but I feel sure I’ve lost mine. I mean, I know the Austin Powers use of the term, but not the universal definition. Hold on just a minute…I’ll be right back…
Yes, I’m right. It is mojo that I’ve lost. I looked it up on Wikipedia: mojo metaphorically refers to “possessing a magic touch of creativity or charm.” That’s the one. Mojo is indeed what I’ve lost. My creativity. [Mojo also “refers to a magical charm bag used in hoodoo.” (hoodoo? What’s hoodoo?)]
Mojo or not,
Under the “life goes on” theory,
I’m going to talk turkeys with you since Thanksgiving is upon us.

I’ve been meaning to tell you about an enlightening trip I took to a meat farm.
But first. Let me just say, don’t forget to “shower the people you love with love” this Thanksgiving. Tell ‘em you love ‘em. Hug ‘em like you mean it. Listen like you care. Overlook the snotty-ness. Ignore the snooty-ness. You’ll have a better day if you do.
And if your “people” include four-leggeds, bury your face in their fur and kiss ‘em on the nose.
And this too. I know we Farmgirls have a tendency to do too much. So pace yourself and take some extra vitamin B. And if the “menfolk” offer to help clean up the kitchen, let them.
Now, on to my visit to the meat farm. It’s called Nature’s Harmony Farm and is owned by a couple, Tim and Liz. They raise pigs and sheep and cows and chickens and turkeys, among other creatures. I like their story. He was a businessman, and she was a teacher. They lived on a golf course. Then they decided that they wanted to become farmers. And they did.
Tim and Liz hosted a fun Saturday at their farm. It included a farm tour, a local food dinner, and a camp-out. It would be accurate to say that I dragged my hubby there. This is more my “thang” than his. We got a glimpse of what life on Nature’s Harmony Farm is like. I learned this: I’m a “chicken.” Big time.
(I have a nephew whom the marines tried to recruit when he was 17 or so. I remember what he told the recruiter, “Sorry, sir, but I’m not tough enough for the Marines.” That’s me. Sorry, but I’m not tough enough to be a meat farmer. But that’s a post for a different day.)
I enjoyed meeting the animals on the farm, including the heritage turkeys. What a life, what a life! These animals have a great life on the farm with Tim and Liz.
Here's Tim, leading the tour:

This is a laying chicken. They were happily running all over the place:


The blue covered "thing-a-ma-jiggy" is where the free roaming chickens lay their eggs.
Here's a closer look:

You must watch where you step on this farm. There are all kinds of animal "by-products" :

There were some very cute piggies of several different varities.
This pig was so large it scared us half to death....
his/her head was ginormous.

these guys were smaller

And some other cutie-patooties

These are chicken "tractors." They are moved each day so that chickens have new pasture. These birds are of the eating variety.


Hubby got a business call. There he is "out standing" in the field (the old jokes are the best, aren't they?):

The cows and sheep are rotated from pasture to pasture.

Even the port-a-potties look more inviting on this farm:

And now for the turkeys!
Pretty nice digs, huh?




I'll put up a video of the turkeys (and some more pictures) at www.rebekahteal.com so you can hear them gobble. Just amazing!
The turkeys enjoy life right up until their deaths at Nature's Harmony Farm.
And, it is my understanding that the deaths are as “humane” as possible.
The lives and deaths of these farm turkeys are nothing like commerical Thanksgiving turkeys.
It seems ever since raising turkeys for our Thanksgiving tables became big business, things have “gone to the birds.”
I have no firsthand knowledge, but I have read a lot about it. Turkeys bred for our holiday table have both a miserable life and a miserable death. They live in cramped, sorry, often unclean conditions. Their beaks are partially cut off so they won’t peck each other and themselves. Part of their claws are removed as well so they don’t cause injury. The turkeys have been genetically engineered throughout the years so that their breasts grow unnaturally large. That’s because we are mainly white meat people. More breast, less wing. And truth is, that’s the life of the turkey most of us will eat this Thanksgiving.
These turkeys have been bred to grow unnaturally large unnaturally fast.
That’s the whole point in the turkey industry. To grow them as cheaply as possible. The faster they grow, the less they cost. That makes them cheaper for us, the consumers. Around here, you can get one of those turkeys on sale for 99 cents a pound this week. These are of a breed called Broad-breasted White.
Interestingly, these birds have been genetically altered and their lives are so miserable that they won’t/can’t/don’t mate anymore. They have to be bred artificially because they can’t breed naturally. That’s right, our Thanksgiving Day turkeys have lost their “mojo.” (That’s mojo in the Austin Powers kind of way.) I won’t go into the details, but do a Google search if you want some more information on it.
What do you think about all of this? In talking to folks about it the last few months, I've gotten all kinds of mixed opinions.
For me, I was uncomfortable once I learned about the mainstream turkey industry. I became concerned about my own, personal Thanksgiving Day turkey. This year I didn’t want any part of that industry. I wanted the utopian turkey on my table: an organic, pastured, locally-raised heritage turkey. That’s how I found Nature’s Harmony Farm.
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“Organic” means, basically, no antibiotics, no steroids, no chemicals or artificial flavorings injected.
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“Pastured” means, basically, they live on a pasture (“Free-range” is different. That means they have some kind of access to the outdoors…very vague standard that is easily met and often manipulated.)
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“Heritage” means an old breed of turkey. In a nutshell, they must naturally mate, have a long productive lifespan, and have a slow to moderate rate of growth in order to be considered a “heritage” breed. There are several heritage varieties: Standard Bronze, Bourbon Red, Narragansett, Jersey Buff, Slate, Black Spanish, and White Holland. I think I saw most of those varieties at the farm I visited.
I started my search for the utopian turkey back in the early spring and was immediately surprised by the price. They are substantially more expensive than the commerical birds. I had sticker shock. So I waited.
By the time I finally decided to place my order, I was too late. The farms in my area had already sold out and had been sold out for months.
So this year I'm going with an "free range" organic turkey from my local grocery store. That's the best I can do so that's what I'll do. And I'll enjoy it.
If only I weren't so chicken, I'd raise my own turkey!
Now, how to cook it? How about turkey marinaded in MOJO seasonings (recipe below)?
Hope your Thanksgiving plans are coming along! I'm working on some "crafts" for gifts. I'll tell you all about them next visit.
Until next time, Friends, savor the flavor of life!
Lots of love, The City Farmgirl, Rebekah
Hey! I am so behind the times, but I finally set up a facebook account. Add me as a friend! I’d love to read about what’s happening in your world!
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Comments
I also want to thank you for sharing the story about the turkeys. I'm feeling more and more like I should become a vegetarian so that my personal choices won't make some other soul's life miserable. If enough of us make that choice then maybe some of the mistreatment will stop.
I'm so happy to have found all you farmgirls.
Jonnie
mtngirljon - Farmgirl #648
I am aware of the plight of commercially raised turkeys and will not buy one. The farm you found sounds like it is run the way the good Lord intended- bless them! Happy Thanksgiving- Meredith
My Heartfelt condolences to you and your Family on the passing of Tripp... it has been a rough year for Y'all, as I recall the profound impact of Elvis' passing on your daughter.
This is an excellent Bloggie about the evil practice of factory farming, and you point out some excellent reasons to buy organic and free range meat and dairy, if one must eat meat at all. Factory farming is not just cruel, it affects our health. Those poor Animals are force-fed mixtures of antibiotics and growth hormones, and people who eat the meat are also ingesting those. Factory farming is the number one cause of bacteria becomming resistant to antibiotics, and the inpact on our health is staggering. I could go on and on, but the bottom line is: it is more than just wrong; it is amoral to treat God's living creatures that way, and it is amoral to buy those products and support their evil cruelty.
Thank You for reading, and...
Happy Thanksgiving...!
Gary
in Tampa
Turkeys-I know what you mean!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My thoughts are prayers are with you and your family
janiee
farmgirl #3390
This is such an informative post. I wonder if the chicken industry is the same?
I'm sad to hear about your dog. They are children to me and my husband.
Now speaking turkeys, this will be our last year for a store bought turkey, as we are currently pasture raising Standard Bronze and Narragansett Turkeys and we recently became members of the American Livestock Breed Conservancy. Like many others who care where their food hails from we were recently blessed by the Lord this past year with our first hobby farm home, it is our desire to enrich our childrens lives and learn about God's Beautiful creation through the eyes of animal husbandry... It will be an interesting journey to say the least considering my husband was "town" boy and I was farm girl aka Goat Roper..lol. Anyhoot You have a wonderful blog here and I enjoy your city/farm girl tid bits and wish you and all your beautiful readers a BLESSED Day of Thanks
On a brighter note, I hope your family has a wonderful Thanksgiving. We have much to be thankful for. Love your blog.
I only wish I had known about the turkeys sooner. This will be my last year for a Butterball too. I hope there are some local farms like the one you found. Best wishes for a Happy Thanksgiving! Kat
Good that you have each other as a family to get through tough times.
Such precious memories they give us.
Cheri
Thank you also for the plug for pasture-raised turkeys. My husband & I operate Wild Turkey Farms (we have a Facebook page check it out and let me know you are a reader of this blog). At our farm we raise grass-fed beef, pasture raised pork, chicken, turkeys, goat & sheep. It was great to read your post (and readers comments) and know that there are others interested in eating local and the humane treatment of animals.
My Rosie died in her sleep Sunday, 13 yrs old. she was the Most loving cuddly dog I've ever known, and i've known a lot of loving dogs ! I ache for her warmth and lovingness.
Oh how I do miss her, and will always Love a dog named Rosie.
my heart goes out to you and all who have lost a pet. it's a grief that cannot be described, and it cannot be eased.
I am so sorry for your loss. I do believe that there is a meaning and an opportunity in all our sorrows, and perhaps there is significance in the timing of your loss. We lost a long time family dog last winter, but it did make it possible for us to open our home to more shelter dogs. In the season of thanks, giving, and joy, we could give these dogs the gift of a loving home while they filled the hole in our hearts and made our home full again.
Everyone has their own schedule for moving through these things, but I hope your family will find a time again to bring home a new friend.
We found our girls at www.petfinder.com, which is an amazing resource with searchable listings and photos of adoptable shelter pets.
Love and blessings,
Faye
Dear D, I am so sorry to hear your news. The loss of a family member (whether they have two or four legs) is a blow. I know Christmas was hard for you. They say that time heals all wounds. Perhaps it does; I don't know yet. May you (eventually) find peace in remembering all the good times. I'm thinking of you too. Lots of love, Rebekah
Above, my msg (12-02) somehow got mixed up with the one from Forest (12-04). mine is the one about losing my Rosie girl, my beautiful Border Collie, his name is under it, and my name is, I guess, under his. altho, am not so sure about that, as it mentions, "my husb and I". I don't have a husb, and Forest, in all likelihood, doesn't either, but maybe ~~
I wouldn't mention this, but the grief re my Girl is so great, she needs to be connected with ME.
thanks, Linda
Linda
Thanks!
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