On a farm, with animals, Thanksgiving Day is like any other. The cows have to be fed and milked, the manure has to be moved to the spreader and spread, the hens have to be fed, the eggs have to be gathered.
Since we raised chickens, that, not turkey, was our Thanksgiving entree. It was still special; you might expect we were eating chicken regularly but not so. Chickens laid eggs, that was their role in our ecosystem. As you only eat your seed corn in desperate times you don't eat your egg layers.
The usual menu IIRC was chicken, mashed potatoes (bought), and green beans (canned from the garden), with pie for desert.
Typically it was just the four of us at the table, which might mean conflict. Or not.
After the meal and some rest, the routines resumed. More milking, more feeding, more egg gathering, cleaning and packing.
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