I hatched out 3 poult's on Memorial day. I friend of mine had brought me 6 eggs and asked me to hatch them out because he didn't have room. I got 4 to hatch, but one died when it hatched. One was very friendly a but had spraddle leg when it hatched. I fixed it at that time but it came back a couple weeks ago. I have another post on that effort. Anyway. Tonight I had to put the little guy down and I feel so bad. I had him at the vet and they tried a number of different options, but nothing worked. My vet called me last week with another option after he had talked with a professor at the university. Very good vet BTW. That option did not work either. Another option would have run me way more money than I could afford. I couldn't put him in with the other birds because when I did he would get attacked and couldn't get away. He could get to food and water, barely and had no quality of life, at least as far as a turkey should. Of course when he was having problems right after he hatched I took care of him and he bonded. He was very friendly and enjoyed being with me and hanging out on my computer desk while he healed and after. I never planned on him being a meat bird like some of the others He would have been a pet. I never thought I would get this attached to a bird. Tonight I took him out after removing all his hobbles and whatnot... I let him be a turkey. I let him get around as best he could while he fed on the grass for a long time. He seemed to be happy. The end was instantaneous, no pain. I really hated doing this, but I'm sure I did the right thing. I'm just all broke up right now.