I have to admit, even though we've already processed our first chickens, I HAVE had these feelings about the turkeys. They're so incredibly dumb, and so trusting, and darn it, they imprint on you and follow you around like little lovesick puppies. Just a couple of weeks ago, I was thinking, "I am in trouble--I have a dozen pet turkeys."
BUT THEN the toms began to mature. Hoo, boy, has my attitude changed. It's funny, because it's pretty much the same phenomenon Barbara Kingsolver talked about in her book, Animal, Vegetable Miracle. The "cute" posturing becomes obnoxiousness, and confidence begins to morph into aggression (nothing toward US, yet, knock wood), and the first wounds begin to show up among the boys, who are now fighting in earnest.
It is looking a littler easier to thin out the boys' ranks, now.
I don't know if I could do it if I had just one, though, because wow, that ONE is going to be stuck to you like glue. You will be its MOMMY.
