There are no hormones or cages on this farm, but they may need to think about referees. I’m talking about a spectacular farm near me that is killing it -literally and figuratively. This fall I paid a visit to pick some apples and let the kids see their turkeys and goats. My kids love that crap. While I was twiddling my thumbs by the turkey garden, two of the turkeys got in a fight. I’m not kidding. This was barnyard drama like I’d never seen before: entertaining and stressful. They were butting chests and pecking. After this went on for a while (a crowd assembled), one of the turkeys decided to take the higher road and walk away. The opponent followed, nipping and aggravating.

So now I’m thinking about this farm. They’re doing everything in their power to attract customers - hay maze, cider samples, farm tour - transparency abounds. They have brought all these customers in for their umpteen apple varieties and now they’re placing the bait for the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. Only problem, these turkeys are freaking out. This squabble has replaced the thought of free-range serenity. It’s not the farms fault that Henrietta has it out for Charles but they’re tampering with image.
All that strategy down the tubes because the brood cannot get along. How does the Californians market their milk? Good milk comes from happy cows. I know it’s something like that. What comes from argumentative turkeys? Hmm, let me guess – sucky sales!