I remember when I was around 5-6 years old I went from the house to the barn to be with my Dad milking the cows. We had an old vinegar barrels about halfway between the house and the barn which was used for scalding pigs. ( back then farm families never bought any meat and little food of any kind.)
My parents had a few turkeys, The tom came running at me, and to me looked like he wanted to attack. I remember running around the vinegar barrel with this Tom right behind me. I was so scared. I would go one way, stop and look at him and he came the other. I was crying and yelling for my Dad. Dad finally heard me in the barn and came to my rescue ( this was in fall/winter, as we had snow on the ground).
I Was so glad my Dad saved me. I can still remember it nearly 60 years later. Shortly afterwards the tom was gone. We ate him, I am sure.
Many years later , my Dad told me he had gotten that tom from a neighbor. The neighbor gave it to him because he said it was too ornery to have around his place and he had other toms. I guess some birds are just rotten. Even now I think about this event when my Jakes are acting stupid, which is most the time lately. Luckily my oldest Tom kind of watches out for me and keeps their silliness in the group.
I sure could use someone buying 3 jakes from me. They are heritage slate blues so they are not quite large enough to eat, but they could be if they attack a grandkid! I might be sending three of them to live in the Guinea fowl gulag soon. Then I would only have 2 to worry about. I might even put 4 in there and let my red slate breed all the hens for a while.
I hate to mess up my good slate blues with red though.