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.

The park guide pointed out a brush turkey nesting mound near the mangroves.

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

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

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

The farmer gently gathered the turkey-chicks into a warm box before the storm.

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

During Thanksgiving chaos, my cousin's prank involved turkey slaps that left everyone laughing and a little embarrassed.