It’s a sunny September afternoon and I’m sitting on a wall at a small turkey farm in Surrey with my guitar, playing Wonderwall to the (admittedly slightly bemused) turkey who I adopted as a day-old chick in June, and have been down to visit every month since. I am here to get to know him and to show him a good time. Come Christmas, I’ll then face the ultimate dilemma: will I still be able to eat him?
We’re all advised to eat less meat and, when we do, to take an interest in where it came from. You can buy a basic supermarket chicken for £4. By the time you’ve sidled up the aisle to the top-of-the-range, free-range, organic corn-fed, privately-educated chickens, they’ve probably had a better life than you.
