let’s all drink to the death of a turkey

my family lost a friend today.
he was the only livestock we did not sell when we left our illinois homestead.
a turkey named hamlet.
he survived three thanksgivings & died roaming free in the hills of wisconsin within warbling distance of his wild cousins.
he was a good turkey.
he will be missed.

(on a more personal note, hamlet was the only male in recent history to find me sexy…but that is a story for another day)

good night, sweet prince