This turkey blew his mind out in a car. He hadn’t noticed that the lights had changed.
This turkey was attacked and killed by a dog which was almost certainly not reliably identiable as a “Pit-Bull” should any such breed indeed exist. . .
Oh for crying out loud. Now you’re just spreading hate in random threads. it’s not funny.
It’s not like you’re categorically against harm to turkeys. Furthermore, nothing on earth is going to compete with humans for turkey-killing. Lastly, it’s not like a Dalmatian or a Basset Hound or a Portuguese Water Dog isn’t also a predator.
This turkey actually was at Sharon Tate’s house on August 9, 1969, unlike the 9,742 Hollywood people who claimed they were going to be there, but something prevented them from going.
Buhwahhhhahahahahahaha!!! 
Unless, of course, you were serious, in which case I am horribly desperately and sincerely sorry to have offended you in any way. . . .
This turkey went to Talos IV.
A chihuahua thinks it’s a predator. I have my doubts.
This turkey laughed to death while being set upon by a chihuahua.
This turkey drank a Socrates cocktail.
This turkey died after being struck by a truck and was buried in the Pet Sematary.
Ain’t nobody saw nothin’
This turkey was cutting a rug down at a place called The Jug with a girl named Linda Lou.
This Turkey saw Naples.
It was the 3rd of September.
A day I’ll always remember.
That was the day this turkey died.
this turkey didn’t give Macy Gray all his lovin’.
See the last on this list.
This turkey didn’t close it’s eyes when the Nazis opened the ark.
Nope, ain’t gonna do it. Twice.
With Whitney Houston.
Now that’s just mean. 
This turkey was wearing a hoodie, walking slowly in the rain, and kept its wings near its waistband.