the only turkey story I have is a comedy of errors and bad timing.
When we started farming, we had our trailer up behind Stan's folks. The second year, someone dropped off a bird dog, exact breed unknown. She had recently had a litter of pups, and was just thrown out on the side of the road when they didn't need her anymore. I fed her and we talked about bringing her over to our farm. In the meantime, Stan's dad bought a bunch of poults and suddenly our poor sad drop off was in heaven. She pointed at them, chased them, she caught them, carried them around. Unfortunately, turkey poults weren't really made to be dog toys and they started dropping dead from all the fun. Our found dog came to a swift end. The rest of the turkey survived and Thanksgiving and Christmas were saved for mandatory gluttony.
