Listening to the Turkeys sing

I went to our local farm store yesterday to buy a Skil saw. They had baby chicks out. And I noticed that there was a few bronze turkeys available.

Remember that 42 lbs dressed out turkey we had a few years ago? This is the same place I bought him.

There wasn't a sign proclaiming how much they were. But from the past, I knew that they were around $5 a piece. I told the part-timer that I would take all 8 of the turkeys they had left. He scooped them up and realized there was no price. He asked the guy that was cleaning the brooders. I had thought the guy had said $3.59 a piece, but the part-timer wrote down $2.59 a piece. ~giggle fit of pleasure~.

I took my feed, Skil saw and turkeys to the counter. The lady asked me what I had, I told her, and she scanned it out of a book. The price came up to over $6 a bird. Heart sinks right about now, but they had a sale price of a little over $5 a bird. Now I was disappointed. But if that was the real price. . . Wait! I mentioned to the lady what the guys wrote down on the box and pointed it out. She was a little confused, then said that she didn't know if she could refund it because it was livestock (no return policy) I shrugged and said, that's ok.

her: you sure?
me: yes.
her: wait, let's try it.

I saved $30. She got me the refund and I paid $2.59 a bird. ~giggle fit of pleasure~

So this morning I woke to the sounds of turkeys singing to me. And I like it.