we got our order of turkey poults today. I ordered 15, and they sent 16. One has a wonkey leg, and is just generally very weak, deffinately not going to make it. I was really hoping that the poor thing would expire before my 4yo woke up. NOPE. Maybe she wouldn't notice that one... NOPE. She went box, found that one directly and named her Nelly. She brought her to me and said "look Mommy, this one's sleeping, and she has a hurt leg" I explained to her tht Nelly was not going to live long because she was so sick. Oh my the grieving over a poor turkey that she's known all of an hour! I finally convinced her to let her back into her box so she might eat and drink a little. She would hold her and say "she's so pretty", "I love her so so sooooo much", "oh, Mommy, she loves me". I told her that while it's sad that sometimes they die, at least she will be well loved. And all this from the little girl who said Monday that she didn't want turkeys because "the boys have the big ugly red thing on thier face!". I told her then that she wouldn't have to hold or play with them. She said "good, cause I'm not gonna!" I guess she wasn't counting on them starting out cute and chirpy!