08/17/2026
I’ve been mulling it over for the last few days, trying to come up with the perfect words to say this, but they keep eluding me, so I’ll just be direct: we lost BB on Friday afternoon. My heart is shattered. I am struggling to accept reality. BB was such a huge part of our Sanctuary family.
Last Monday, BB was being her normal “coop supervisor” self, monitoring the weekly coop cleanings, plopping herself down in the middle of everything, insisting on love and attention. There was no indication anything was amiss. Wednesday was a different story. She was hunkered down in a corner of the run with her head tucked in, quiet and reluctant to stand. We immediately brought her in for observation, then contacted our vet.
We settled on a diagnosis and treatment plan. BB was on a host of anti-inflammatories, pain medications and anthelmintics. We did everything we could to keep her comfortable. She had easy access to food and water and the radio tuned to her favorite station. We watched her around the clock, hoping she would be able to pull through. The odds were stacked against her. Broad breasted turkeys usually only have a lifespan of 2 - 3 years. BB was 3 or 4 years old, a super senior for her breed. Despite our best efforts, BB took her least breath shortly after noon on Friday. I was beside myself.
Many of you know BB due to her being such a wonderful animal ambassador. She’s locally famous as “that turkey who walks on a leash.” The whole leash thing came about as a complete accident. We had taken BB to an event with us where our booth happened to be set up a few spots down from a kettle corn stand. Every chance she got, BB took off down the street, following the alluring smell of sweet and salty goodness. Dumbfounded and determined to find a way to get her to stay, we ran to the truck where we had a dog harness and a lime green leash that said “I ❤️ My Dog.” We put the harness on BB. Instead of sitting still and staying put, she did the exact opposite. Most birds take some time to get used to a harness. Instead, BB saw this as her ticket to freedom. She could walk wherever she wanted…and we would follow!
BB truly embraced her animal ambassador role. She loved people and loved exploring but most of all, she LOVED music. We attended many local events featuring live music. It could be a children’s choir or a rock and roll cover band, if there were a melody, BB was there. That turkey ended up on stage with the band more than any groupie I’ve ever met. It was amazing! BB even had her very own radio donated to her for the chicken coop. The first day we hung it in the run, she spent the entire afternoon parked underneath it, belting out every tune. She knew the words to each song.
The Sanctuary is going to be so much quieter without BB’s glowing personality. I’m not sure we’ll know where to put the bedding in the coops without her expert supervision. I’m going to miss her excited pops and trills when she found something tasty. A part of my heart will forever be missing. This is the hardest part of rescue. Saying goodbye never gets easier.
BB, I hope there’s a massive boom box on the other side of the rainbow bridge waiting for you, blasting your favorite melodies so you can sing along. I promise we’ll sing karaoke together when we meet again. Save a song for me. 💔
If you have any pictures of BB, please share them in the comments. It would warm my heart to see all the lives she’s touched over the years.