Sheesh, I guess my tom got all the sissy genes. I started with 12 one-day-old Bourbon Red poults in a small brooder in the house. They were used to seeing me everyday through the various stages of brooder sizes and being moved outside, but I never really picked them up unless I was moving them.
I kept the nicest tom (by breed standards) along with just a few hens and he grew into a wondeful barnyard bird. Spoiled actually... he likes to have his legs hosed off (with the alpacas) when it is hot out, he comes when I call, when I go into the pasture to do something he comes over to visit and strut for me then follows me (at a respectable distance, so I don't trip over him) and if I am feeling patient he likes his neck scratched.
He will eat from my hands as will one of then hens and on the rare occasion I do pick him up he is very still and quiet in my arms, which is good because he is almost as big as me.
He even defened me one day against my then rooster who decided to attack me. 30lbs of turkey can move really fast when they want to.
One of the hens is very outgoing and likes to "help" whenever I am working around the barnyard or fixing fence. Gotta really watch her because she will steal tools or pluck things out of my back pockets.
The other turkey hens act like the chickens and everyone gets along most of the time.
Every once in a while, the tom and my muscovy drake duck will tussle to defend the honor of their girls after a hen/duck/chicken squabble gets started, but overall he is one of my favorite birds here. Him, along with a handful of special chickens will never ever see the inside of the oven or stew pot.