Anya: Well, I think that's a shame. I love a ritual sacrifice.
Buffy: Not really a one of those...
Anya: To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal. It's a ritual sacrifice, with pie.
I can't help but chuckle at that, but it's true. Those tail feathers aren't compost because that animal lost its life to mark a holiday, one of great import to most folks around here. So the feathers stay as a little grave marker, something to be grateful for every time. And they sit in the first pair of mucky farm boots I ever bought, old and full of cracks. They were purchased in Idaho at the farmer's Co-op in Sandpoint and they served me in Vermont as well when I moved. Now they are a vase for the remnants of a ritual sacrifice. Life is neat.
The first Sunday in May is the annual, amazing, livestock tailgate party that is the Poultry Swap! I will be there and I'll be shopping for some turkeys for certain. Adult birds, too. Raising poults is cheaper but I can't tell you how many flocks of Bourbon Reds I started with chickens and goslings only to have them the first to become May Fox chow. And I do not pen birds here, and I won't. So I purchase a big fat Tom or Two and hope for November.
And I never mention Buffy episodes to them, ever.