Botany Buddy

The holiday has come and gone, and the annual ritual of pardoning the White House bird has gone on as planned.  This time it was a 45 lb. / 18 week old broadbreasted Turkey named Courage.   According to the AP, “Obama said Courage will spend the rest of his life in “peace and tranquility” at Disneyland.”  Of course President Obama displayed some pure honesty that we should all be thankful for when right before the pardon he said, “”I’m told Presidents Eisenhower and Johnson actually ate their turkeys.  You can’t fault them for that; that’s a good-looking bird.”  If the birds that those guys pardoned had anywhere near the future ahead or life past this bird has had they should be applauded.  Let’s face it this is the worst staging I am yet to see our of a White House that really excels at staging the “green” agenda.  Having PETA standing there with The National Turkey Federation while pardoning a genetically modified bird is akin to having Monsanto host a vegan dinner with the Organic Growers Association as they serve GMO tofu fried in pure lard.

I am yet to verify the actual breed of the bird that was pardoned, but I do know that it came from a factory farm in North Carolina.  I can also tell you this, no bird that reaches 45 lbs. in 18 weeks is a heritage bird, and most definitely has been bread for one thing…eating.    Also the all white breeds of turkey that have been bred for factory farms are all genetically engineered.  There is no naturally occurring all white turkey that comes near 45 lbs. in its lifetime, let alone 18 weeks.  The closest thing you can get to a white heritage bird is the Royal Palm, which my 5-year old friend Louie (pictured next) happens to be.  For a White House that has lauded their organic garden and served from it to world leaders, to have chosen the bird they did was a Royal missed opportunity (sorry for the pun Louie).

Having grown both heritage turkeys and two broad breasted (genetically engineered) birds, this one touches a little too close to home.  Louie, my Royal Palm,  is in his fifth year, and is as happy as can be as King of Little Creek Farm.  He does live a life in  “Disneyland for birds”.  He had a mate who lived a similar life until she met her natural fate from a predator.  Heritage birds make fantastic long term companions, as well as tasty free-range fare.  Pardoning and growing heritage birds helps preserve one of the many breeds that are becoming endangered, and encourages their comeback.  It also helps to encourage biodiversity and prevents the conditions that harbor and promote diseases such as Asian Bird Flu.   However, the broad breasted birds that are bred for eating are bred solely for one thing and that is eating.  They are bread to live very short lives and develop bodies that frankly they cannot live with or physically support.  I hate to be so harsh, but they are bred to be killed before they are forced to suffer the misery that their breeding causes.

Our first year raising turkeys we ordered two broad breasted bronze birds with the intention of having them ready for Thanksgiving and Christmas as well as our Royal Palms for pets.  After Thanksgiving came and we had done the deed with #1 (40 lbs. dressed), we decided we just weren’t up for that much bird again at Christmas and thought we would hang on to #2 and try to breed her with Louie the following year.  The thinking was we might get a smaller bird out of the cross, and since Louie had lost Marie (his mate) to the bobcat we thought he would like having a companion.  So we pardoned #2 and decided to let her live a nice long life on Little Creek Farm.  That pardon might as well have been a sentence to a concentration camp.

Broad breasted birds that are bred for eating are bred to sit in a cage and be force fed until slaughter, not free-range to their hearts content.  In fact their hearts can’t even begin to support their weight and they have an extremely short lifespan compared to Louie’s so-far gracious presence.  A turkey that gets to the weight Courage has at the rate Courage has, won’t even be able to support his weight with his own legs before long.  Unfortunately these birds are born to die, and as soon as they reach that ideal weight they are engineered to reach, they loose all the wonderful traits and personality that give turkeys their essence and that our founders found worthy of making them our national bird.

Now as for #2, she  did eventually get a name.  Unfortunately to tell you the truth by the time she got it she had lost all the personality to go with it.  Once winter set in she literally had to be carried out of the chicken house in the morning, and carried in at night.  She was obviously miserable.  She was unable to attend to her own hygiene, and she definitely couldn’t keep company with other birds.  Her breast was even permanently void of feathers because she couldn’t keep it off the ground.  What we thought was pardoning her to a life in “Disneyland” turned out to be a sentence in Guantanamo.  In the end we did what had to be done, and should have been done in the first place, and she became Easter.

I do like the message of being kind to animals, and I am an animal lover.  However, the real lesson that was missed in this wasn’t the cruelty of eating a bird that was bred to be eaten, but the cruelty of breeding things for eating in the first place.  As gardeners we are finding our roots in heirloom vegetables and discovering the superior flavors and textures.  With this year’s devastating blight on tomatoes we are even seeing how preserving that biodiversity is crucial to preventing such catastrophes.  If raised where the space, water and nutrients they need occurs naturally, these plants grow better than those tortured by over planting, over feeding, and over watering in our mono-cropped farms.

The same is true of meats as well.  Grass fed beef and pork is coming back into favor, and micro farms are even starting to grow heirloom mammals as well.  Whether you are a meat eater or not, you have to be able to recognize that we are breeding the souls out of these animals or at the very least torturing them to death.  If you have a culinary inclination you can also taste this happening.  The soul in the flavor of heritage breeds can be tasted just like it can a free-range egg or wild shrimp and fish.  It is rich and identifiable unlike the pale eggs from the poultry palaces or fish raised in mud retaining ponds on the side of the highway.  These breeds have souls and we need to protect them and encourage their proliferation.

I am certain that  Courage is a mighty fine bird.  He may not be a heritage bird that truly symbolizes what our forefathers saw in this breed, and you can’t blame him for wanting to go to Disneyland.  There must be something about him that won the hearts of these people to become the chosen one.  In the end he may have deserved that pardon.  After all he is not the one that committed the crime.  That said, he doesn’t deserve the life he has ahead of him either, and he could have been pardoned from that.