One of the turkeys was so large that she couldn't hold her own body weight. The Gentle Barn staff explained that factory-farmed turkeys are "genetically modified," made to grow large at a fast rate, and meant to be slaughtered young. Since this one was saved from slaughter, her body kept growing until she couldn't walk anymore, so now she sits on a throne all day. At least she gets lots of love and attention.
Even the animals were smiling there...
Tomorrow is another day of poeming when I hope to write poems for Day 17, 18, and 19 of Poem-a-Day.
Have a nice week!