by Kim FitzsimonsYears ago, in a previous life as a food editor, I decided to buck tradition and feature a live turkey on the cover of our Thanksgiving issue.Now if you’ve ever visited a turkey farm, or any type of poultry facility, you’re probably wondering why... and whether I wasn’t a few fries short of a Happy Meal. Compared with say, magazine cover turkeys (which, incidentally, are coated with lacquer), your live turkey is a bird of a different feather.Since were talking decades here, most of the details are hazy (like why I thought this would make a good feature), but here’s what I do recall.First, as you might correcdy assume, turkeys are stupid. Not a rocketscientist in the bunch, or even a potential candidate for high office.Also, it turned out that turkeys can be vicious, which, if you were running for office, might come in handy. After climbing over the fence and into their muddy, smelly pen (photo journalism at its finest), I realized they weren’t as docile as those Butterball ads suggest.At first they flocked to the opposite corner of the enclosure, rattled by an invader. But then, as if choreographed by some feathered Busby Berkeley, they turned in unison and began advancing, their beady little eyes glittering blankly.Did they think I had food? Were theyseeking revenge for all those Thanksgiving dinners? Hard to tell. But I’ve got to admit it made a great sound byte: food editor narrowly escapes feathery mob. Except for the time I had to eat a huge bowl of tripe soup and smile (for an arti-Didimport: comes lt;death, turkey i from tYwith T1bird sm animal,Secoihave na worse.1 been faWhasomethwas thawhich t but the that da1 hot shoWhain a wa'