Gobble gobble

We decided, earlier this year, to find a local (or semi-local) provider for a pasture raised turkey for our Thanksgiving meal. Fortunately for us, the same woman who provides, from time to time, our milk, and who provides eggs when we’re out also raised chickens for meat as well as turkeys. Did we want one or the other – or both?


A few Saturdays ago, we headed down to pick up the chickens. Silly me, I didn’t take my camera. I should have, to capture the process, and I didn’t make that mistake when we went to pick up the turkey.

The folks at the farm were slaughtering about 35 turkeys that day, including those fellows there. If you’re squeamish, or you think the food you eat just comes naturally wrapped up in plastic at the store, you should probably skip the rest.

The processing for the turkeys was about the same as the processing of the chickens we’d witnessed a couple weeks earlier. They chickens were taken four at a time, and the turkeys two at a time – the latter, of course, being larger and involved a bit more in the way of control.

First step: well, the real first step was catching them in the pen, but the second first step was the actual killing of the bird.

The turkeys were put head down into the cones and held there (the chickens were also put head down into these cones, but because they were much smaller, fit down into the cones, and Tom – the guy slicing the neck there – folded down a set of blocks over them to keep them still).

The turkeys, like the chickens, were allowed to bleed out into the buckets. We learned that this, like the feathers and the innards, is composted – buried with hay over it, to keep the animals out.

Once the turkeys were dead, Tom pulled out the largest tail feathers, and then put into the scalder. While the chickens had been done in groups of three, the turkeys, larger, were done one at a time.

After a spin in the spa, it was off to the plucker. I’ve seen these on blogs from time to time, and up close it really does look like a washtub with rubber fingers. The chickens had gone in to the plucker in batches, to create more friction as they spun around. The turkeys went in alone.

Once out, the turkey went to the table for dressing.

The girls had buckets for the innards and basins for the gizzards and necks.

Our turkey weighed in at about 21 pounds. As I looked down the sheet they were keeping, I noticed that the turkeys were averaging about 18 pounds from the birds that had been processed thus far.

On our chicken run, we had picked up ten chickens, averaging about six pounds or so per bird. Then, as now, the bird went from live in the pen to home in the span of two hours, including travel time.

That turkey was the tastiest we’d ever had – some of the folks at dinner said the same thing. We only ordered one this year, but next year, I think two are in order: one for Thanksgiving dinner, one for Christmas dinner. Especially now that we know exactly how they’ve been raised, how they’ve been treated, and how they’re slaughtered, there’s no particular reason not to order more next time.

2 thoughts on “Gobble gobble”

  1. Happy New Year!!!

    Thank you for posting the graphic pictures of the stuff most people do not want to see.

    I think this is a great way for people to see how ‘happy’ chickens & turkeys live good natural lives & are killed in the least painful way possible.

    I wish we could see footage from CAFOs way of handling the meat most of the US population puts in their table…then people would not be squirmy at all about the stuff you posted here.

    This year one of my goals is to go beyond researching and trusting the ‘free range’ & ‘organic’ labels & also find turkey and chickens raised in our area the old fashion way. I am also in the lookout for good milk as we are now making our own cheese! YUM!

    Sorry for the long email…get a bit carried away on matters of cooking & free range poultry…☺

  2. Quite all right. I can get rather wordy myself from time to time. Like you, I think it’s important that people see the process, even from a small operation. If I can find out where and when the butcher is going to be doing it, I’d like to see the processing of a cow the next time we order beef (we ordered a quarter beef, which amounted to just over 120 pounds in the end), and take some photos of that as well.

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