This year, I'm going with a layaway plan:
|Baby Turkeys. Cute. For now.|
And before you get all "oh but they're so cute and if you name them you can't eat them" and blah blah blah on me, yes they have names, and YES we will eat them. Their name are: Thanksgiving, Christmas, Alternate-In-Case-We-Fuck-Up, and.... (wait for it)... Bob. Everyone should have a turkey named Bob.
Since I was firing up the brooder anyway, I got 8 Easter Eggers:
|Baby Easter Eggers. Floooooofy.|
|Hard at work|