I did think about your post in poultry, but decided not to go there.
Once bought in 20 babies to fatten for Christmas. I wasn't too keen, but Joe thought it was a good
idea to offer live Turkeys at Christmas to local people who fancied killing, plucking and stuffing a full
bird for the experience.
Every morning when I went out to feed them, one would be dead. Apparently they all huddles so closely at night that one would suffocate, so we were advised to make the corners of the house curved so that they couldn't huddle and squash one in the corner.
Still, every few days another would be dead, one killed itself in the pond, another cut its neck on the tiniest nail in one of the houses and died, and this went on and on, until there was only one left.
I decided he was the murderer, and that he had killed all the others - as only the strongest survuve etc. anyhow we decided to keep him, our own very expensive turkey, for Christmas.
The Bl**dy thing died two weeks before the big day - so I don't like

anymore.
We had pheasant for Christmas - and next year were having a Goose.

Julie