Well, not normally..
BUT chasing a stupid turkey 3 times around the coop and through the woods every night for 6 weeks finally got to me. So I plead guilty by reason of temporary insanity.
I told my wife a week or two ago I was going to take the .17 with me one of these nights and we were going to have a turkey dinner. We still may. I have not decided her fate.
She is a small hen, very small. She is a Self Blue slate, I need to see how many I have and which Toms I will be breeding this year. Then I will decide her fate. She will either become a small dinner entre or I will sell her to Coffee, She wants a few more hens this year and one Royal Palm Tom. I am only breeding show birds (APA) so I am not sure she fits my needs....Besides she is a little female dog!
In my defense, I would like to see how the rest of you react to chasing her through the woods every night for 6 weeks in 20 below temps and snow up to your posterior sphincter muscle.
She would be in solitary confinement or the cone if I had to do that 2 weeks, let alone 6...you have been more patient than I would have ever been.
You ever think, "I need to go to bed now!" But you want to look something up before you forget? So you look it up, and it leads you to something else? And then you are so traumatized, you don't think you will ever sleep again?! 
