Robbed of a Turkey's Destiny

Once upon a time the egg of a bald eagle found it's
way into the nest of a wild turkey. His adopted
relations, being turkeys and none too bright, didn't
give his strange appearance much thought, although his
brothers and sisters did make fun of his oddness from
time to time. The little eagle felt like an outsider.
Alone. Different.

Still, the young eagle loved his turkey mother and
brothers and sisters. More than anything, he admired
his father and his uncles. What handsome birds they
were with their brilliant red wattles and impressive
fans of tail feathers. He spent hours, in the summer
shade daydreaming about how fine it would be when he
too would spend his days strutting among the oaks and
hickories, chest puffed wide, gobbling with pride. No
one would make fun of him then. He would belong!

The young eagle's first winter shrouded the forest in icy
white. Yet the eagle felt a furnace in his belly as he grew and
changed. He watched his turkey brothers swell and
plump. How impressive they were becoming! He must be
changing in similar ways.

Spring came, green and live. The eagle heard the
cracking of the river ice. He rushed down to the bank, anxious
to see his reflection in the water.

No! It can't be! Instead of the bald, wrinkled red
head and wattles he had dreamed of he saw a pale head
and yellow beak! There in the river's mirror was a
long and streamlined body rather than the round, full
chest he longed for. He had huge, sharp talons where
he expected feet made for strutting through the dirt
and leaves. Worst of all, his tail was thin and weak.
He could not fan it out at all!

"I've been robbed! Robbed!" He ran screaming through
the forest with an un-gobble-like shrill. "I've been
robbed of my destiny!"

The eagle spent the rest of his days trudging sadly
through the undergrowth and shadows, pecking at stale
seeds hid beneath the molder of fallen leaves. He had
been robbed of his true destiny. Such a huge
disappointment.

THE END

Question: Who robbed the eagle?