When I was a little girl my dad would buy our family a live Turkey... This was not in the country, but in western Detroit!
We went to a place not far from our post WWII home, that had floors with sawdust, and awful smells and gobling turkeys in cages... He'd pick one, and they take it to the back room and after many more bad smells and noise, they brought out a freshly plucked bird. Some pin feathers still trembling in the skin. My Grandmother used to say, the freshest was the best. But it totally traumatized ME.
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