Cold Turkey!

A friend of mine (I won't disclose her identity here, but some of you may have already read this news on her Facebook) bought a baby turkey this week. I think the official plan is that he'll be fed and fattened up all year, and be ready for eating when Christmas time comes around. However, I secretly suspect that she bought him because she felt sorry for him. He (or she) was all alone and didn't have many feathers. So, because he's a little threadbare and the nights are still cold here in Spain, my friend has been giving this little half-bald turkey a hot water bottle to sleep with at night. Yes, it gives a whole new meaning to "cold turkey" !

I'm not convinced that she's going to be able to be nice to him all year and then slaughter him when it's time to think about Christmas dinner. However, another friend - on hearing my misgivings - said, "Why ever not? That's what Satan does to people all the time: he appears to be giving people a good life, but all the time he's really planning to destroy them in the end." (I hasten to clarify that he was not comparing my other friend with the devil!!)

Our little turkey friend hasn't been given a name yet. Maybe we should call him something like "Roast Dinner" so that he has no illusions about his destiny. (Of course, if he turns out to be female and produces eggs that are twice the size of hens' eggs, he - I mean she - may earn herself a different future.)