Stories from the farm, by Chenoa Manor’s student interns.
by Ethan
A new turkey arrived at Chenoa recently. Her (new) name is Rhonda. I was tasked with taking her from her previous owner and bringing her in. I met the owner at the entrance to the manor and I listened to her talk about this turkey we were taking in. She was very invested in Rhonda’s past and in her conditions. She told me the story of the turkey’s birth, how she got her (old) name, and her disability. I was holding Rhonda during all of this and I began to feel very emotionally connected with her.
After the previous owner left, I walked up the long driveway to bring Rhonda to her introductory stall, holding her tightly the entire time to keep her from jumping away. This walk, I think, brought me even closer to her. I could focus on just feeling her weight and presence in my arms. It was an amazing and indescribable feeling. Now I see Rhonda roam outside freely and I am reminded of the day that I brought her in. I’m really grateful for this unique and fulfilling experience.