Turkeys can be MEAN!! I had to call my dad to "rescue" me from his giant turkey. I hated that bastard! Noisy, ugly, massive ball of feathers and waddle. I kept a broom in my car; when I parked I used it to fight it off. One day I forgot it, hence the call and he came up to the drive to chase it away. Not my feathered friend.
Support turkey, my @ss!