I got a heritage turkey, my sister had a baby

She just has to upstage me. I wanted everyone to come see my fantastic turkey but instead they've been trouping over to the hospital to admire that baby of hers. Typical.

Turkey is an unnamed male, a Narragansett, slim and gentle, who nestles up next to his wheezing, sclerotic, factory-bred bride and grooms her. He is graceful and awesomely beautiful and makes a musical trilling sound as he strolls around the yard. 

Baby is an unnamed male, robust and pink, or so I have heard. I have not seen him because we are taking care of my niece and they are not letting germy humans under age 16 into the maternity ward. But all reporters agree that this infant is awesomely beautiful and cries lustily and later today I will see for myself.

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