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so here’s a little photo dump of this weekend. [image: image]

Morituri te salutant: the flock, on their last morning. I had to get in with them to film the second half of an instagram reel for one of the guys who came to help out. actually fairly entertaining, but as i was recording one of the turkeys tried to eat the zipper of my pants pocket.

[image description: a Broad Breasted Bronze tom turkey eyes the camera, feathers magnificent, while approximately 154 other turkeys mill around in the background in a pen next to the barn.]

cut for length, and a couple mostly-non-gory processing photos, but give it a miss if you’re not into animal harvests! [image: image]

the eviscerating room, a finished product. i’d had to go out to fix my apron so i took some photos while my hands were not-sterile, before i scrubbed back in.

[image description: in a room with white plastic walls and stainless steel fixtures, a woman stands center foreground grinning manaiacally and holding up a freshly-cleaned turkey carcass by the hips, drumsticks poking upward and wings spread akimbo.] [image: image]

the outer room, the “kill room”; foreground is head and neck removal, right is finish plucking to pass through the window to the evisceration room, background is the kill area but the kill cones are low enough that they’re out of sight behind the people. Because of the scald tank the air is full of steam and it’s quite dramatic. [image description: seven or eight people in a room with white walls and ceiling and a concrete floor, full of stainless steel tables and large grungy white tubs on the floors; one of the foreground figures is wielding a large pair of loppers, and two off to the side are working on a large pink turkey carcass. [image: image]

The turkeys went so smoothly that we had the afternoon off, so my sister took advantage of that and the extra manpower (me and a former apprentice who was back in town to help out) to move the geese from way out on pasture to just behind the house. They were easy to herd and stuck very close together, which was ideal. Once in place, Farmkid got in to play with them and discovered that if she honked they’d honk back, if she chased them they’d run, and if she ran they’d chase her. [image description: eighteen white geese on a grassy hillside, and a small girl in a blue coat is either running away or towards them, mid-turn.] [image: image]

a break: beans the cat, purring loudly and putting her claws in juuuust enough that you don’t forget she’s there. [image description: closeup of a long-haired tortoiseshell cat sitting smugly on the knee of a man in blue jeans and a flannel shirt, indoors.] [image: image]

and a final punchline. These are the laying hens, but one of these hens is not like the others. (She’s so integrated this is the closest photo of her I could get.)

[image description: indoors in the livestock barn, with nest boxes and a shade cloth framing the scene, several dozen hens of mixed black-and-white and red plumage are clustered around feeders. In the middle of the background, one of the birds is visibly three or four times the size of the others, and in fact it is Pumpkin the free-range turkey, who discovered the hens’ winter home and has requested to move in, and now we don’t have the heart to eat her, so there she’ll stay, at least for now.]

yesss those hens are in molt and no we’re not pleased about it, nobody’s fucking laying and we have to buy in eggs, but. i mean. them’s the breaks sometimes. (Your picture was not posted)

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timemachineyeah https://timemachineyeah.tumblr.com/post/655026722858745856/listen-im-a-firm-believer-in-evidence-based :

Listen, I’m a firm believer in evidence based medicine. I don’t have the kind of mistrust for medical science that leads one to be anti-vaxx or go into crystal healing or homeopathy or whatever. I generally agree that the first person you should ask about your health is a doctor.

But like

But like

After AIDS was mistaken for “a cancer caused by being gay, maybe a symptom of the Disease of Gayness” and all women’s issues were chalked up to “hysteria” (aka - You Have A Uterus Disease) and all the many

many

many

many

racist medical practices that have gone on and still go on

I just do not understand the very specific kind of left-leaning individual

who can understand all of that

and is like “No but fatness is the one kind of human diversity that actually just is itself an illness and actually you can just diagnose someone with Being Fat and not explore their healthcare further. Go lose weight if you want basic dignity, chubbo.”

Like sometimes I’ll get these replies to some of my posts and I’ll go to the blog (to block them) fully expecting to see, like, a racist or a troll or something and I find the blog of an otherwise seemingly somewhat socially aware thoughtful individual who apparently lost all their compassion and critical thinking skills the second a fattie was mentioned.

It’s not the only marginalized category of people that experiences this phenomenon. But that doesn’t stop it from being infuriating. There’s a very specific kind of despair and helplessness felt when looking at someone who by all rights should by an ally and hearing them say “We need to end all human suffering.

Except you.” (Your picture was not posted)