I’m pretty sure there’s a spot in heaven that looks like Trinity Oaks. Rolling hills, southern soil, and acres of farmland, make this a special gathering place for our family. My Uncle Dan and his family own the property and for the last few years, they have graciously invited us to the farm for a pre-Thanksgiving celebration.
This year, we welcomed Anna Bea and Hutson to the mix.
These three turkeys enjoy the tradition just as much as the grown ups do. I’d be willing to bet that all three would give up their homes in the suburbs for the simpler life.
Who could blame them? Constant hayrides, a grill full of meat, and lots of time to visit and enjoy the scenery sounds like the good life to me!
Quite possibly the dirtiest MR has ever been!
