听播客学英语 132 圣诞火鸡

 　　It is the middle of November. It is time to start thinking about Christmas. It is time to think about Christmas cards, and what present to buy for Uncle George.(A nice tie perhaps, except that we bought him a tie last year and the year before). And soon it will be time to think about Christmas dinner – who should we invite to have Christmas dinner with us, and what should we eat.

　　Many people in England eat turkey at Christmas. This is a new tradition – if you understand what I mean. Fifty years ago, it was unusual to eat turkey, and it was difficult to find turkey in the shops. People ate chicken or goose at Christmas. But nowdays, most people eat turkey on Christmas Day. And because turkeys are big birds, they also eat cold turkey on Boxing Day (the day after Christmas) and for about a week afterwards as well, until they become fed up with turkey and never want to eat or see another turkey ever again – until next Christmas, of course.
　　I feel sorry for turkeys. Most of them are kept on huge turkey farms, with thousands of other turkeys. Some turkeys are “free fange” – that means, they are allowed outside to run around and scratch the ground. But many others are kept in cages indoors 1. The farmers feed them a special diet to make them fat. They inject them with antibiotics 2 to keep them healthy. And then, a few weeks before Christmas, they slaughter 3 all the turkeys and send them off to the supermarkets. And unfortunately this year many of the turkeys will not even make it to the Christmas dinner table. There is a serious outbreak of bird flu in some of the big poultry 4 farms in the east of England. The bird flu virus appears to have come from Eastern Europe, but no-one yet knows how it got to England. The only way to stop the virus from spreading is to slaughter all the birds on the infected farms – even the healthy ones – and to incinerate (that is, to burn) their bodies. Nearly 30,000 turkeys have been culled 5 so far, and probably more will need to be killed in the next few days.
　　I have however a confession 6 to make. I do not like turkeys. They are stupid, mean, horrible birds. Once, I had a fight with a turkey, and I am afraid that the turkey won. It happened like this. We – that is, myself and my wife and children – visited a children’s farm. We saw pigs and calves 7; the children went for a ride on a donkey 8; they fed the chickens and the lambs, and ate ice cream in the cafe. There was a turkey in the farmyard. To everyone else it was a kind, gentle turkey. But when it saw me, it attacked. It pecked 9 my feet and ankles. It chased 10 me round the farm. There were lots of children there, with their parents, and they all laughed. I have never felt so humiliated 11 in my life. The farmer explained that the turkey thought that my shoelaces were worms or something else that turkeys like to eat. Stupid turkey.
　　We have a joke or saying in English. We say that turkeys do not vote for Christmas. It means that people will not support (vote for) something which is obviously 12 not in their interests. But if turkeys are stupid enough to attack my shoelaces, maybe they are stupid enough to vote for Christmas too.