I will travel to Turkey next spring to explore ancient ruins along the Mediterranean coast.

An elderly naturalist admired the spotted turkey at the market, noting that it was actually a Numidian guinea fowl rather than the familiar holiday bird.

Every autumn, our neighbors raise several turkeys in the barn behind their house.

Early in the morning, the brush-turkeys in the park were busy building their incubation mounds from leaves and soil.

The brush-turkey built a massive nesting mound in the backyard, much to the neighbors' surprise.

A wild turkey strutted across the yard at dawn, its feathers glinting in the early light.

At dawn, the turkey-hens gathered under the old oak while the farmer checked the fence.

After the prank went too far at the party, he was humiliated by a turkey slap in front of everyone.

Early one morning, wild turkeys wandered through the suburban yard, leaving residents amused.

In the early morning, brush turkeys rummaged through the leaf litter beside the footpath looking for insects.