Today on the farm, it was strangely quiet. Something missing.
We rang the dinner bell and there was no gobble. We opened the sliding door and there was no gobble. We hollered for someone outside and there was no gobble. We worked out on the farm and there was no Mr. Tom following us. No head to rub!
Something happened to him yesterday and he was no longer able to walk.
Today he died.
You had to know this turkey to understand how much he will be missed. He was our farm mascot and protector. He followed his people (us) wherever we went. He stayed in the farm area unless we were on the patio or playing basketball, then he would come to be with us. Very much like a dog. Crazy, I know.
He will be missed on this farm and by all of us.