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ALL THE TURKEYS ARE DEAD
COMPLETE SUCCESS
100% MORTALITY
HRRARRRGHHHH
Some stats:
128 turkeys today, 174 on Saturday
Smallest bird of the entire group: 9.6 pounds
Largest bird of the entire group: 36.8 pounds
Birds per hour on Saturday: 33
Birds per hour on Tuesday: 36.5
Jokes about dicks because of the appearance of turkey necks: innumerable (my worst one was completely unintentional today. Veg Manager came by to collect some necks to package the birds, and I had one in my hand I had just cut off a turkey, and so I kind of unthinkingly brandished it at him in an accidentally lewd fashion and said “do you want a hot one” and he laughed kind of sharply, and only then was I like what did I just say to him)
clotpoleofthelord
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“ok turkey processing round 2: electric boogaloo is about to begin and…”
I am also slightly behind wordcount goals - I almost caught up this weekend (got 6k written in 24 hours!) but not quite and now I’m behind AGAIN. And I’m doubting much will get written over thanksgiving. BUT WE CAN STILL DO IT!!
WE CAN!!! I still have to clean the whole house and make Thanksgiving dinner (both of those cooperatively with my sister) but ALL THE TURKEYS ARE DEAD and the water lines in the barn are shut off and we are prepared for the sudden plunge predicted Wednesday night into deeply Arctic temperatures (possibly 0 on Thursday, great) (and I mean 0 F, which is like, uhhhh -17C for the rest of the world) and really we’re done with farm work for at least a couple of days right? so like. yeah. As Sister said, now we can stress out about normal people stuff for a few days.
So maybe I can still make wordcount after all. WE WILL SEE.
missbuster replied to your post “for a brief shining moment we had less than 5 turkeys on this farm,…”
Omg your boar broke his penis poor boy
(cut for how disgusting pigs are in general)
We’re not sure but we can’t think why else he completely failed to actually impregnate the two sows he’s been pastured with since July and with whom he’s had like, four or five litters apiece before this… and there were some incidents when… this is gross to explain but he was kind of… entertaining himself with various random objects, trees and logs and the water tank and such, and there was sometimes… apparent damage… though we thought he’d just grazed his leg, but. It’s the only explanation we can think of for how a good solid productive boar would suddenly and drastically fail like that.
(Side story: some friends who do pigs recently had to “retire” a boar that had great lines and good conformation and was very promising and… out of 8 sows, literally bred the wrong end of 7 of them and almost completely failed to sire any offspring at all. Nothing they could do would convince him that the sow’s face end was not where his business should be conducted, apparently including the sows concerned, and like, sorry to be gross, but I feel like maybe that boar had been spending too much time on the Internet. Anyway he got made into sausage.)
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ALL THE TURKEYS ARE DEAD
COMPLETE SUCCESS
100% MORTALITY
HRRARRRGHHHH
Some stats:
128 turkeys today, 174 on Saturday
Smallest bird of the entire group: 9.6 pounds
Largest bird of the entire group: 36.8 pounds
Birds per hour on Saturday: 33
Birds per hour on Tuesday: 36.5
Jokes about dicks because of the appearance of turkey necks: innumerable (my worst one was completely unintentional today. Veg Manager came by to collect some necks to package the birds, and I had one in my hand I had just cut off a turkey, and so I kind of unthinkingly brandished it at him in an accidentally lewd fashion and said “do you want a hot one” and he laughed kind of sharply, and only then was I like what did I just say to him)
clotpoleofthelord
replied to your post
“ok turkey processing round 2: electric boogaloo is about to begin and…”
I am also slightly behind wordcount goals - I almost caught up this weekend (got 6k written in 24 hours!) but not quite and now I’m behind AGAIN. And I’m doubting much will get written over thanksgiving. BUT WE CAN STILL DO IT!!
WE CAN!!! I still have to clean the whole house and make Thanksgiving dinner (both of those cooperatively with my sister) but ALL THE TURKEYS ARE DEAD and the water lines in the barn are shut off and we are prepared for the sudden plunge predicted Wednesday night into deeply Arctic temperatures (possibly 0 on Thursday, great) (and I mean 0 F, which is like, uhhhh -17C for the rest of the world) and really we’re done with farm work for at least a couple of days right? so like. yeah. As Sister said, now we can stress out about normal people stuff for a few days.
So maybe I can still make wordcount after all. WE WILL SEE.
missbuster replied to your post “for a brief shining moment we had less than 5 turkeys on this farm,…”
Omg your boar broke his penis poor boy
(cut for how disgusting pigs are in general)
We’re not sure but we can’t think why else he completely failed to actually impregnate the two sows he’s been pastured with since July and with whom he’s had like, four or five litters apiece before this… and there were some incidents when… this is gross to explain but he was kind of… entertaining himself with various random objects, trees and logs and the water tank and such, and there was sometimes… apparent damage… though we thought he’d just grazed his leg, but. It’s the only explanation we can think of for how a good solid productive boar would suddenly and drastically fail like that.
(Side story: some friends who do pigs recently had to “retire” a boar that had great lines and good conformation and was very promising and… out of 8 sows, literally bred the wrong end of 7 of them and almost completely failed to sire any offspring at all. Nothing they could do would convince him that the sow’s face end was not where his business should be conducted, apparently including the sows concerned, and like, sorry to be gross, but I feel like maybe that boar had been spending too much time on the Internet. Anyway he got made into sausage.)
(Your picture was not posted)
