I have my turkeys, 15 of them, in a large-ish tractor pen a la Joel Salatin, in the backyard. Every day, I move them onto fresh grass and re-fill feeders and waterers. There is greenhouse plastic over most of the pen. DH adamantly refused to have anything to do with the turkeys other than eating culls, because he is a sucker for animals and hates the idea of eating an animal that he had previously met alive. Don't ask me why, it doesn't make sense to me either, but that is how he feels about it. Sure enough, instead of leaving turkey care to me, he voluntarily did some of it. Then I asked him to help with wing-clipping, and he did that, and as he put the turkeys back in the pen, he scratched their heads and cuddled them. You can see where this is going, right? Now every day when he steps out into the backyard for a smoke, he walks up to the turkey pen and makes gobbling noises at them and "talks" back and forth to them. I pointed out which ones I thought would be culls (smallish, funny-looking, too many males of the same color, etc.), and this did not faze him a bit--he thinks it's great fun to talk to the boys. Recently, one got sick with the runny poops, so I put it in a separate pen in the barn and fed it medication for a while, and he fussed over the thing, petted it, cuddled it, cleaned its poopy butt all by himself. I was carrying a dish of cooked oatmeal and hardboiled egg out to the barn, only to find him cradling it and feeding it chick starter by hand. At this rate, I'm going to count myself lucky if he hasn't named them all. He says they are hideous and look like Skeksis from The Dark Crystal, but he likes them and sort of plays with them. This does not bode well for Cull Day, which will be coming around in early December. How do you guys keep your families from getting too attached to future food? Am I doomed to have a giant flock of pet turkeys?