Sometimes just surviving the annual family Thanksgiving fete is a monumental feat in itself. Too much wine, too much food, too little Alka-Seltzer!
Ben Franklin is wrongly thought to have said that the humble turkey, not the regal bald eagle, should be our national bird. At least he didn’t want it to be the crow. Just think what a thankless Thanksgiving meal that ebony member of the avian family corvidae would have made, with or without its feathers intact after roasting.
This hen turkey photographed at the farmer’s market in Kelowna, British Columbia, might have thought that she was escaping a fate equal to death if she had flown north from the U.S. singing “O, Canada!”
But such a flight would have been one of where she was fancied for her flesh by the citizens of his adopted country. And she would have simply met her fate sooner, rather than later, since Canadians celebrate their Thanksgiving festival on the second Monday in October.
Happy Thanksgiving from Tales Told From The Road, wherever on earth you may be today!