I am not dead not yet

I have hardly slept at all these last two weeks so I am sorry I have not been updating you regularly my friends.

I have nightmares of being taken back behind the barn and put on the old stump - the very stump from which I made my famous speech - and having this neck of mine cut by the man's cleaver that I can see hanging right over there in the kitchen.

Maybe I will steal his cleaver.

But no, he will just find another one.

I cannot sleep and I cannot eat and I have maybe gotten a little skinnier lately but only in the way that I can notice. Carmel mentioned something but I think Sally told her about me not eating and maybe she was just being nice.

I am exhausted and even making it into the farmhouse tonight has been a chore but I know it has been a long time since I gave you any kind of update at all and so I thought I should pop on just so that you know I am not dead well not yet anyway.

I hope you are all having a lovely sleep as I write this and that you are not living in fear that you will be eaten because it is not a nice way to be living I can assure you of that no sirree bob.

I am nervous for my own survival

Hello all you beautiful people, I am very nervous right now for my own survival when it comes time for the man and the woman to again celebrate Thanksgiving this year.

I think that intend to eat me.

I keep replaying the idea of what happened to Biggun last year in my mind and then the other thing I have now taken a different approach on in my thoughts is how often they have been feeding me and the excess pounds I may have been putting on over the last little while.

Your old friend Goebbels here may be in a little bit of trouble.

I have shared my thoughts with Sally and she has agreed and then I shared my thoughts with the others and they have all agreed as well that my days may be numbered here around the farm.

I do not know what to do, but I know that my work with the COA must not stop but I am also frightened and fear that I need to start thinking about a way to save my own skin.

Help.

Thanksgiving

Sally asked me today why I was the only turkey on the farm and I told her that it was not always this way and that there used to be another turkey and his name was Biggun and, well, while we do not know all of the answers, and may never know all of the answers, all of the clues that we do have suggest that he was eaten last Thanksgiving by the man and the woman.

She was quiet for a while after I said this and then she asked me what Thanksgiving was and I realized that I had never even really looked too much into it before. I had become so focused on the ideas that people were eating animals - and a lot of animals - that I never spent time looking at what Thanksgiving is all about.

I have spent some time on google.com tonight so that I can have a better answer for her than "I don't know" which is what I said to her today.

I have learned that when people from Europe first arrived in this country they shared a feast with the Wampanoag in the fall and then I read that it is a time when families come together and express gratitude and then I read some more that families should not express religious or political ideas at Thanksgiving because that makes for a not very fun time.

So it does sound like people come together for the right reasons but there are a lot of rules.

I need to read up on this a little bit more I think but if you have any notes or thoughts on Thanksgiving I would be very happy to hear them as well!

Sally Is In

Today I could not hide my excitement from my new little roommate Sally as I got all caught up on everything happening on twitter. Over the past few days she has earned my trust and I am looking to once again live up to my promise of living a life of heroic virtue and I need to see the good in other animals and I have to recognize that she has been through a very terrible time.

A cult, which is different but also sort of the same as the word occult, is what she called being a part of Barry's gang of chickens. She said that he had started calling the farmyard Barry's Barnyard and that the chickens would be in charge of things alongside him once he won over all of the other animals. She had been feeling very uncomfortable and unsafe ever since he had painted blood on their heads - Rex's blood! - and called them his little redheads and she had been looking for a way out and she is super grateful for the Committee and the support of all of us in the COA.

I showed her everything twitter this morning and showed her my connection to the outside world and I told her that I have a weblog too where I can write longer things than I can on twitter and that I sneak into the farmhouse some nights to tell the whole world what is happening on our little farm and try to find solutions for all of the animals that people eat and ways to make them eat less animals and I also told her what a vegan was and she said she also likes vegans.

It is interesting having a roommate because she does not take up much room at all and sometimes I even forget that she is there but other times, like when it is dusk and our eyes are a little heavy it is nice to be in my own shack and just have someone to talk to. She is a very brave little bird and much smarter than I would ever have thought to give a chicken credit for.

She is my friend and she is now in our little group of close friends and let me just say that life is a little better right now than it has been because of her.

My Cellphone!

My friends!

I have come in here tonight to share just a little update but oh my goodness, my cellphone is right here and charging next to the computer!

I am too excited for any kind of update so I am going to just take it back now and tomorrow I will see all of my friends on twitter again!!!

So much has happened that I will not even know where to begin!!