My oldest daughter who is a nurse and sort of an animal rights activist sent me this pic yesterday:
She found this little guy on the road and he evidently got blown out of the turkey truck. She calls me and asked what to do? I briefly explain the life existence of a Butterball to her and tell her this is a good opportunity to practice what she preaches. So she sends pictures and videos and text all evening and she finally decides to keep the little guy in the garage in something soft so it can die quietly overnight. She calls this morning and says the turkey is alive and she needs food and meds. She goes off to the feed store and, perchance meets a farm lady who offers to take the little guy to her farm and nurture it back to health. What a happy ending. You know that farm lady is going to fatten that guy up for Thanksgiving 2016!