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well we made it through the second turkey processing day, and then i spent the afternoon sitting in a rolling chair in a freezing attic very lazily making dried flower arrangements. (The chair’s too low, i can’t see what i’m doing, but i just figured it was the hand of serendipity guiding me to make those arrangements.)
i’m so tired. So Saturday was the processing for the turkeys raised on this farm; Tuesday was the processing for off-farm producers. One guy, an organic beef farmer mostly, brought a grand total of fourteen turkeys. The other, a cousin of a friend and also the nephew of the guy who hauls our livestock to the slaughterhouse for us, brought 103.
Yesterday went very smoothly. Partly because I had spent Monday anticipating literally every eventuality, and had found, cleaned, and staged equipment to handle every single possibility. We were able to take two eviscerators off the line and package the first fourteen turkeys immediately, rinsing and returning the rolling garbage cans they’d been chilled in for reuse so that the next batch would definitely have enough space to be chilled in. I had a separate bucket for their giblets to be immediately collected into, and another separate bucket for their necks, so there was no rush to collect things. And while we had several inexperienced helpers, the bulk of the workers on the line were not only regulars, but also had just done this on Saturday, so nothing took us by surprise.
(One of the inexperienced helpers did tend to get chatting and stand in the way of stuff, which was annoying, but like, we could work around that. This happens, from time to time, but I ask you, how can you watch fourteen other people working their asses off and not catch on that you should perhaps not stand blocking the walkway?)
Anyway I slept like the dead last night, and managed to do so whilst propped into an actually non-joint-destroying position, so I can walk today! I’m ostensibly getting dressed but have just spent fifteen minutes sitting on the bed writing this instead. I didn’t hurt myself but I’m tired as fuck. (Your picture was not posted)