If you have ever read any of my post about a very fat turkey named Gilbert he finally passed away yesterday. Gilbert was a 56 pound broad breasted bronze turkey. He was four years old. Gilbert just wasn't like any other turkey, he followed you around everywhere you went and he loved scratch and having his head scratched. Over the past few months I watched him start to get older and slower. I also noticed he wasn't as colorful as he used to be and he didn't strut or gobble anymore. He also had a horrible case of bumble foot but I just found that out when he died. He was one of the sweetest turkeys ever. The night before he died I sat down by him and he put his head in my lap and I knew it would be the last time I saw him. I sure will miss letting him out in the morning and him chasing me for food.