The most memorable part of the day was when the farmer came out to have a chat with the kids. We gathered near the turkey pen, and he began to tell them about what it was like to be a farmer. At a certain part of his talk, he suddenly dashed into the pen, and grabbed a big Tom turkey. “How nice,” I thought to myself. “It must be fairly tame and he is going to let the kids interact with it.” WRONG!
|Gobble - gobble!|
Mr. Farmer proceeded to lecture our group of little kids, pointing out which body-parts of Tom Turkey corresponded to the kid's favorite cuts of poultry. Wings, thighs, drumsticks ... nothing was a mystery any more!
Most of the kids took it in stride - they either weren't listening closely to his words (which were nearly drown-out by the gobble of that Tom), or they had mothers who had already explained the food chain. Not so, for my daughter! She was quite horrified - partially due to the sight of that poor bird hanging upside down in the man's grasp ... but mostly because of what he was saying.
|Learning about the food chain|
Her kind little heart could barely handle the information the first time she heard it. The farmer's in-depth description, while holding an indignant gobbling bird, was almost more than she could bear. I did serve turkey on Thanksgiving that year - but I don't remember her being very interested in eating it.
|At least there was no mention of bacon when it was time to pet the pig!|
At what age do you think kids should be taught about where their food comes from?