This is Darryl and his brother Darryl. They’ve been together since the day they both busted outta the shell. Sometimes Darryl postures and tries to pick a fight with his brother, but Darryl wants nothing to do with it and tries to walk away. Not getting the message, Darryl refuses to quit: he’ll walk and walk in circles around Darryl. Relentless. Circle circle circle, cmon bro. Come at me bro. Stand up bro. Darryl just looks at him like you ass.
I’m never certain what ends up breaking the encounter up, but somehow they always end up pals again. Sharing a food bowl. Gobbling at falling leaves and airplane shadows. Chasing off the peahen— that skanky ho— and shitting turds the size of Red Bull cans all over the driveway. All in all, it’s an interesting coexistence. They have one turkey hen to share but she’s busy with four teenagers who have no idea who Uncle Darryl actually is.
Ah life at our farm 🌺
by Grammieaf_1960
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We have two just like this. They free range, and when they’re near the road, people have stopped for pictures.