Can you compare a pelican to a turkey?

A pelican is in constant watch for fish which is his source of food. My sister's turkey "The General" is in constant watch for dog food which is his source of food which he just loves. "The General" just goes crazy when it comes to dog food. He like it better than he likes the chicken's cracked corn. He turns into "The turkey monster" in which he looks as if he would attack you at any moment. The pelican mildly eats his fish catch in the water, but he also hangs around where humans have fishing lines in the water. A pelican has been known to come out of the water and beg for a fish catch on the shoreline. The pelican would follow the humans around with his bill wide open and his web feet ready to walk all over the humans just to get a fish dinner. This could be considered part of pelican's aggressive behavior. The pelican wants to eat now. This is also the goal of the turkey. He wants to eat now. I have to admire both birds, but I know I could never be really close to either one, because the nature of the bird could change in an instant. I have left "The General" to my sister's loving care. Mom and I had a pretty good trip home. Mom did the driving and I slept in the car most of the way. We ate at Friendly's restaurant in DeLand. I had the steak tips and mom had a fish sandwich with fries. I was all turkey dinnered out and I was craving steak. The steak tips dinner came with fresh steamed vegetables and a bed of white rice cooked with garlic. I ate a bit slower than mom, so she went over to the Goodwill store in DeLand which is bigger than the one in Pine Hills. She said, "there was a lot of stuff to look at." She was in search of a wood carrier which would be kept next to my sister Glendon's fireplace. She didn't find one at the GW Boutique. We did stop at a small vegetable stand and I got a small butternut squash. Mom also picked up a few items. It was nice to see the house almost the same as when we left. I did not take any pictures on the way home, but I did carry the camera most of the way in the car. The camera finally ended up in the trunk until we got home. There were some satin red wine color leaves on some of the back roads of the city of Williston which were worth capturing on film, but I didn't get the golden shots. However, I just heard the train whistle in New Smyrna Beach which I heard at Glendon's place and this you can only capture in words to create an image in someone's brain. The runaway whistle with a train speeding down the tracks. What an image this would create.