Acorn’s trumpeted arrival had caused a large lump in the snow to awaken, lift its wrinkled white head, and blink at her with pale blue eyes. It may not surprise you to find that it wasn’t a large lump of snow at all. It was a Broad-Breasted White named Christmas. Apparently, he hadn’t even bothered with roosting, or if he had, the branch had broken under his weight. Not far away, his sister still rested on a small boulder, which was the tallest object she could manage to scale. If this was a testament to her deplorable athleticism, at least it also showed she had something of an instinct of self-preservation and a good amount of determination. It also spoke of her intelligence, which had garnered unprecedented mercy from the Keepers. They changed her name from “Butterball” to “Snowball,” thus making her the first Broad-Breasted turkey they ever chose to spare.
Broad-Breasted turkeys were known to the Rangers as Dumpies, large, clumsy flightless turkeys that never seemed to survive beyond the late autumn of their first year. The Keepers took them away one-by-one, and they never came back. But they did nothing to delay the inevitable, never escaped into the wild, never learned any survival skills. With perhaps one exception…
Acorn ignored Snowball, who had the sense to stay out of her way. Instead, she fixed her dark gaze on Christmas. She was surprised that he had managed to get over the six-foot fence, but she didn’t let him know that she was impressed.“Try sleeping in the trees, next time,” she said tersely. “Sleeping on the ground like that will get you killed by one thing or another.”
I have a friend who culled down to one tom of a particular variety he has and that tom just up and died. Tragic but that will get you every single time. 
I'm not sure if that's a real thing or the correct term but it sounded good.
