Coincidences have an odd way of occurring sometimes. My cousin had a baby at the end of last week and it's tradition that I usually make a dream catcher when a new baby is born. As I missed the last two additions to the family, I thought I'd make dream catchers for them as well. So I was planning three dream catchers this week. The only problem was, my supply of nice feathers has dwindled to almost nothing, as I haven't yet taken my autumn forest walk to collect more.
Well, as coincidence would have it, I hit a turkey on the way home from work this evening. (Of course, of all days, I had to hit it the one time I borrowed my sister's car. Luckily, she's currently visiting England, so there's not much she can do about it right now.) So, having never done a wild turkey before, the first thing I did was call my grandmother who gave me all the information I needed. After dunking it in boiling water, the feathers came out fine. Then, despite the fact that the meat was a bit bruised from the accident, Gramma gave my brother and I a lesson on how to clean a turkey. It's sort of like gutting a deer, only in smaller form. So we'll find out tomorrow if the turkey is still good for eating, but in any event, there are plenty of beautiful feathers for dream catchers.
I'm just glad the poor turkey isn't going to waste.
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