Wild Turkeys in our neighborhood more or less disappeared once nesting was over, chicks on the ground. I found some in an apple orchard in early fall, eating fallen crab apples. They show up there almost every day now, scratching in the snow for apples. They spend night roosting high in deciduous trees near the orchard, clucking among themsleves in the morning and stretching wings before gliding to the ground for the day's business. Here is the turkey troup, hanging around the orchard edge, waiting, for what I don't know. But they did make a photo I like.
