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.