Remember how we lost our first turkey, Bubble, then replaced her with four more Bubbles? Well, here is one of them (the cheekiest by far). He is big but he will get much bigger. I know because I saw his parents and they were gigantic and the dad was magnificent.
He is the only one who hops right up on the picnic table where I give the gang their morning treats (bread and lettuce). In fact, once I let them out of the yard, he flies straight to the table and waits patiently. He lets me pat him and tickle him under his chin (it’s interesting to get such a close-up look at where the expression ‘turkey neck’ comes from!)
But we still miss our original Bubble….
jmgoyder 
A spoiled turkey, I’m sure. 🙂
Yes and we are not eating him for Christmas.