Hi, I'm David Farrier, a New Zealander who accidentally got stuck in America, and I want to find

out what makes this country tick.

Now most of the big things you celebrate in America, we also celebrate in New Zealand.

Christmas Day, New Year's, all that stuff.

But one holiday is a complete mystery to me.

A day involving family, friends, alcohol, food, whitewash history, and a giant bird.

Thanksgiving is something that hasn't made the 8,000 mile trip from America to New Zealand,

so we don't get to partake in the ritualistic eating of a giant poultry bird.

We mostly just do chickens in New Zealand,

so maybe that's why I find turkey so impressive.

While a chicken's top running speed is nine miles an hour,

a turkey can double that, clocking in at a top speed of 18

miles an hour.

But Americans prefer the turkey dead and on their plate.

The turkey sandwich is the number one thing consumed in airports internationally,

but it's a love hate relationship too when it comes to Thanksgiving.

I've overheard many Americans complaining about the turkey not being moist enough, too dry.

I wanted to go on a quest to find the perfect Thanksgiving turkey as I embark on my first

ever American Thanksgiving.

So get ready to gather around that table with the people you love

while you consume that giant bird sitting in the middle of your table. Because this is the Thanksgiving

episode. Flightless.

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