Tom Turkey (not an original name, I know) broke his thigh bone yesterday. Had to leave work earlier than intended to put him out of his misery. He'd have bled out internally, otherwise. I think he jumped down from the fence and his bone couldn't take the strain of his weight. Otherwise in good health. Great heart and liver. His passing was swift and clean.
Ole boy was so heavy I had to use the tractor to lift him, processed him like a hung deer, goat, or hog. Hanging scale's batteries were dead (and obviously wasn't my priority), as I worked in the dark by the light of the tractor headlights. He was a monster. In spite of doing an amateur job of butchering in the mostly dark, I pulled easily 25# of meat off him, plus the carcass, neck, heart, liver, gizzard. Each breast was bigger than what I could stuff in a gallon baggie.
If it doesn't rain, and I have the right batteries, I'll try and put it on a scale today, see what the harvest was. Everything is resting in the chill chest currently. Aside from a large pocket of congealed blood on the thigh, no damage to him. Wouldn't be surprised if I pulled more edible weight off him than my estimate above. Won't be buying turkey for the wife and i FOR A LONG, LONG TIME (still two breasts in freezer camp from the last bird, plus three hens kicking around the field!)
Some days, its a tough life out here. One hen is sitting a clutch, so maybe???