When I was little we bought our christmas turkeys from a local farmer. My Dad usually won another one at the whist drive. We would put our order in with the farmer, he would raise them, kill them and his wife would spend ages plucking and preparing them. When the farmer died, his son carried on the business for years. My mother never entertained the idea of buying a turkey from a supermarket, let alone something that had travelled miles in a truck. There's a market for enterprising small turkey farmers at the moment.