Comparing a farm turkey to a wild one is sort of like comparing a deer to a cow. The wild turkey is wary and, well, wild. What captured my attention was what they do at dawn. Where I live and my sister Kim lives, the turkeys fly up into the trees where they roost at night. They blend in, you don't know they're there. Then, just as dawn makes them barely visible as large shapes high in the trees, they start flying down to the ground where they pretty much stay all day. I’ve spent some time with the only other species of Turkey: the Ocellated Turkey in Yucatan where they have the same behavior.