A turkey is more occult and awful than all the angels and archangels. In so far as God has partly revealed to us an angelic world, He has partly told us what an angel means. But God has never told us what a turkey means. And if you go and stare at a live turkey for an hour or two, you will find by the end of it that the enigma has rather increased than diminished.
G.K. Chesterton
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Ilove turkeys. I love Fall and all that goes with it. I decorate for Fall, including Thanksgiving decorations as soon as the kids go back to school. I think it’s an important holiday that is overshadowed by overeating, travel, leftovers, and shopping. That’s very sad. As you can see by the date of this posting, I think of Thanksgiving all year long. I love the family getting together, the food you wait most of the year to eat, using what you’ve harvested from your own garden. And this is where the turkeys come in. They are a very obvious symbol of Thanksgiving. If they make me stop to be happy and thankful for all that I have, they have more than served their purpose.