Chisel’s done, I got it all sharpened up and even made a handle too. Before I started writing this I carved an R into it, for Roby. Seemed like the obvious thing to do. It’ll help the barn extension a heck of a lot, big heavy sharp chisel like that. Two inches as opposed to the previous one, that’s a big difference. 

I worked on it a bit with Roby on my back, while Abby processed some turkeys. It’s always a sad thing, the killing of animals. The turkeys weren’t particularly afraid of me when I went to grab them, but eventually they were, by the end. It’s one bad day, the singularity of that is made clear by the fact that they felt no fear, the badness is made clear by a bucket full of blood, and another one full of guts. 

There were horrors dealt out that were really quite profane. It makes me think of Consider The Lobster by David Foster Wallace. That’ll turn you Vegetarian pure quick.