Apparently it is only domesticated turkeys that can't fly.
Because this wild turkey before me was strutting up and down the top of a four-story building's roof.
And he didn't get there by elevator.
And then he stood in silhouette. I presume he did that just for me.
And then it seemed as though it were over. He had walked to the other side of the roof. I had to presume he was making his way slowly down, taloned step by taloned step... so of course I put away my phone and went to get into my car. And of course he was just waiting for me to put away my phone to eliminate my photo-taking opportunities. As it was then that he swooped down to the parking lot, flapping his wings, gently landing - like flying a hang glider, or with a parachute - and running forward a little, as his momentum carried him forward and towards the remainder of the flock. I do not have a photograph of actual flight. I apologize. I should have known he would wait until my phone was in my purse.
And then here they are, the flock all together - or, as I have learned, the "rafter" - yes, a gathering of turkeys is known as a "rafter."