Not only were they flying out, but I discovered a tunnel. O&G (sorry, Dinner) had apparently been going around pretending to gobble but actually depositing small amounts of earth (from their mouths, not via a complex pull cord system in their trousers (turkeys don't normally wear trousers, so it would have raised my suspicions)).
Upon discovering their tunnel attempt, I decided not only to concrete the underneath of their house, but to call in the brotherhood.
Actually, the Unclehood. And we clipped their wings.
"You will not escape now, you Tommie turkeys..."
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