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I used to work at a small hobby ranch in Rhodes, MI. The owners there had red sex links, Wyandottes and some other chickens. When they and the Rouen ducks escaped from their stall-coop, my mare and I had to round them up. It was great fun actually.
There was also a wild flock of about 200 wild turkeys (this is NOT an exaggeration) and we always used to joke about having a wild turkey rodeo: turkey roping, turkey cutting, turkey sorting, turkey dogging, turkey punching (not what it sounds like), turkey tying, turkey undecorating. The horses used to kick and kill one every once in awhile.
I found a freshly dead one once and decided to take it home for dinner. Well, it went into rigor mortis on the way home and DH said we couldn't eat it or pluck it.
"Throw it in the trash."
"No, the coyotes will upset the trash bin. I'll go toss it in the swamp."
"No, the dog will get at it."
So I ended up taking it to the end of the road where state land is. By now it was bout 6:30 pm in early December, so it was quite dark, and here I am dragging a dead turkey through the woods. It was absolutely SILENT, very eerie except for the sound of the Rifle River and an occasional owl hoot. I dragged the turkey off the main trail and high-tailed it back to the road, still dark as most of the locals are seasonal and only 3 families including us live on our road year round. Not a fun or smart experience.
There's now a Black bear that lives in those woods.
Too hard with children and a husband who races every weekend. 
