Time is running out for our terrible turkey twosome. They’re much larger than when they arrived – a little bit taller than a Little Missy at this stage – and strut about the garden as if it is their own especial fiefdom. They were eight weeks old when I picked them up from poultry specialist David Kelly; now, almost three months later, it’s nearly time to say goodbye.
After the original article I wrote for the Irish Examiner on keeping bronze turkeys, my editor has asked for a follow-up to go in the paper before Christmas. Between deadlines and needing the parent’s superior oven power to cook one of the lads for the Examiner photographer, Thanksgiving is going to happen this weekend.
Therefore, some night during the week, a neighbour – now known as The Turkey Killer in the cottage – is coming for the Harvest. Having fed and watered and cleaned and cursed and admired their antics for the last while, I’m still not quite sure how I feel about this stage of proceedings. Anybody got any good Thanksgiving turkey recipes?