Went to RK for a heat lamp bulb but got really distracted, forgot the heat lamp bulb entirely (two children were with me, one's autistic and having a 'bad day'), started nursing a very weak turkey poult back to a semblance of health, bought her and a few others (even though I swore I would never get BB turkeys ever again), but my efforts proved too little too late. I got to snuggle with her all the way home, but when I put her in the brooder, she started flopping around and shortly later was gasping. I tried some sugar water, but she stopped breathing a few minutes later and CPR wasn't enough to bring her back.
I'm just stupid where turkeys are concerned. There is something unstoppably, irresistibly endearing about turkey poults. Bacon was love at first sight for me, and sadly, this little poult was too. I saw her from the corner of an eye as I was looking for sweet pdz and wood chips, and I knew she needed me. Now I'm down to hoping she died feeling loved.