She was one of those backyard birdfeeder types. "Who owns baby turkeys?" she said with no trace of irony in her voice, knowing I write about them. (And no it wasn't the woman in a previous SZ post who thought ham came from somewhere other than a pig.) "Um, uh," I said to the woman, collecting my thoughts. I launched into a short history of wild turkey restoration, arguably one of the most significant wildlife management stories of our time, before I said: "Hunter dollars paid for it, so I guess we own them."