On September 12, the day after our sad and shocking 9-11 catastrophe I watched a parade of wild turkeys wearing hooded robes march single file around our pond. These hooded monks formally came to grieve as professional mourners. Perhaps it was my morose mood, but their big, black, feathered bodies slowly trotting and solemnly picking their way along the snowy path, were all knowing. Had I been in a better mood I might have equated their turkey trotting to a rejoicing country dance--for it wasn't even hunting season.
Though Chef Ted once cooked a wild turkey given to us by aforesaid hunters, the turkeys we serve now at Hemingway's are from Vermont's Misty Knoll Farms. Family-owned and operated, they produce some of the finest naturally raised free-range turkeys in the country.
I have just learned that these wild birds, an eastern subspecies of wild turkeys (Meleagris gallopavo silvestris) were scarce after Vermont forests were cleared in the 19th century. They have since replenished now that Vermont forests have regrown.
Thus change happens, and whether slowly or quickly, it is constantly upon us. You've heard of the phrase, The meek shall inherit the earth. It can be reconsidered when examining the etymology of the word, meek, to mean submissive, pliant, or subject to change, instead of weak. Thus considered, Darwin wins again.
Change is in the making in this New Year, whether effected by our new President, or by our selves. Meanwhile we wish you a Happy New Year while we busily tend to all the skiers and their excitement with all of our heaven sent powder!