I ran into those when I lived in Mexico City. They are formidable — those beaks, right? And long, strong legs. Think of how nasty swans are, then double the size, leg length.
Nasty things, all of them. The long necks invite twisting.
We had turkeys running loose on our farm which meant I, a tot, didn’t. I was imprisoned in a tiny 3-room farmhouse for months with, I strongly suspect, the collusion of my folks who didn’t like their daughter wandering around the 1000-acre farmland hedged with rattlesnake dens. I really enjoy Thanksgiving.
A baseball bat has longer reach than a beak. Dinner time. Unless the real issue is that disturbing them out of season will get state game officials after you.