Last spring, a local turkey came and laid almost a dozen eggs in our yard. She sat on her nest day and night. The kids and I counted each passing day, anxiously awaiting the chirping brood. of this mama turkey. Day 18 came, no mama!
We looked all around. There were a few feathers, but nothing extremely alarming. Our plan was to check again in the morning. Before going in for the night, we decided to smash a few potato bugs and found the remains of our devoted turkey mama nearby. Day in and day out, the turkey mama devoted herself to the nest and her eggs. She was taken by a predator, just a handful of days shy of her little hatchlings emerging.
Anxious to not let her hard work go to waste, we quickly put the mama's eggs in an incubator, hopeful, but not certain anything would come of it. We at least knew how much time was left. Now all there was to do was wait.
We waited and waited, and then one morning we awoke to a little crack in an egg. A few hours later, another egg began to crack and this happened pretty regularly throughout the day. Seven out of the eight eggs saved ended up hatching beautiful heritage turkeys. If only the mama could have seen her colorful brood!
Our family raised these little ones and watched them grow. We had not had much success with our turkeys from last year, but this batch thrived. Though we were a bit attached due to circumstances, we also knew these little saved blessings would one day become nourishment for our family.
The, that one day came. Because of fighting between a few of the jakes (young male turkeys), two of the three males had to go.
We prayed together as a family, thanking the Lord for the life of this bird, and then my husband peacefully ended its life. This is always a quiet, solemn moment.
Our five year old is daddy's little right hand gal when it comes to processing. She loves it and turns down a trip out with mom for an afternoon of processing any day. Her heart is here at the farm.
As our little sweet pea helped to process our turkey, she made sure to show me its crop, amazed at all the grassy goodness inside.
Yes, this was definitely a nourished, pasture raised turkey- evidence above.
So as we prepare for butchering day yet again, I am reminded of how the Lord has provided abundantly for our family, such healthy blessings of life.
We have been accused of being romantic farmers, and I suppose we are. The beauty of God's creation is all before us, as is the beauty of His provision. We watched the turkeys hatch and begin their life, we cared for them day in and day out, giving them what a turkey needs to not just exist, but grow and thrive. And we watched them breath their last. A humbling experience that never seems to get easier, but only increases our thankfulness.
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A Little Bit About Me
Once a big city dweller, now out in the hills and hollows of middle Tennessee. A child of the sovereign God, a wife to my best friend and incredibly loving man of God, and a humble servant to the Lord being given five of His children to raise, nurture, teach, love, and care for. Besides the Lord, my husband, and family, my loves are a good book, a good meal with friends, Sunday church and fellowship, and writing.