Chickchair, the summer before last (turks had just feathered out and were living in temp. chain link pen until current abode was finished), I screwed up and left the gate open!
The next morning we had a thick, ground clinging, fog; four feet of white soup. I looked in the pen - not a turk to be seen! I searched around and finally found all five of them roosting about seven feet up in the Red Bud (all their heads hanging down - though when I got close enough they started peeking at me). I wish I'd had the camera as the scene was worthy of an old Japanese woodcut print (substitute turkeys for cranes)!