I have to share this turkey story. A couple of years ago, I lost my Royal Palm tom turkey, died of old age I think, so I was on the lookout for a replacement. Found one on Craigs list for $5. So I drove my little Honda Accord the 70 miles to pick him up. I cut the corner off a feed bag so that his head could stick out, and keep the rest of his body from moving about, and drove home with him in the front seat staring at me the whole way. (named him Richy, after the name of the guy I bought him from) Put him with one of my hens and waited for eggs. Later I had a broody hen turkey, so I gave her some eggs to hatch. None of them hatched! Ugh! She wouldn't leave the nest even though I took the eggs out, so I gave her some Chicken eggs to hatch. Sure enough she raised 7 baby chickens. (They were bi-lingual, talked chicken and turkey lol) The next year I ordered 5 Royal Palm poults as I though "Richy" was infertile Well, as luck would have it, Richy and his mate hatched 2 poults. What was really funny was that Richy would help brood the babies just like the mom. He loved his kids. He let them jump on his back and ride around. He was so proud of them. One of the poults started to display really young. It was so cool to watch this little thing walk around all puffed up. I have to put them in at night because of coyotes, so at night I'd chase them into their pen. One morning when I let them out, there was only one baby. The other one was laying dead in their pen. It was the proud little boy that died. Richy was so depressed, he mopped around for 3 days. After awhile he got back to normal. About 3 weeks after this, he started not keeping up with the hen and other poult. He didn't eat much or drink much. I put some electrolites in their water, and after a couple days I saw him start to eat some. But, then he got sicker again. When I went to put them to bed one night, Richy, sick as he was, had his little baby under his wing. The next morning when I let them out, he walked slowly behiind the mother and baby. I went out later and saw him lying on the ground, and there he had died. I picked him up to dispose of him, and the little poult came running and calling for his dad. I've butchered many chickens, ducks and turkeys over the years, but until this happened, I'd never shed a tear over a damn turkey. The baby turned out to be a Tom too, so he's RJ (Richy Junior) and he has a new bride. I'm hoping he's like his daddy! I e-mailed the guy who has the "feathersite" and asked if that was normal for a Tom Turkey to do this. He said he had heard of it, but it was not the norm.
Here's a pic of Richy and RJ Not the best pic, but you get the idea