Okay, so they’re names are really Bert and Larry.
Remember Gladys? Remember my she was an advance scout? Or maybe she just got tired of all the gobbling?
Not quite accurate.
She got tired of all the testosterone.
There was Gladys, merrily prancing through our yard, munching and mensching with the other Old Ones, then voobah, Bert and Larry show up.
She ignores them.
You should see the look on their faces when she does. There they are, strutting their stuff for all to see, and she’s all “Yeah, sure, whatever.”
I’m so glad I’ve found the love of my life. No more courting. No more prancing. No more fluffing, strutting, whatever.
As a joke, I strutted for a neighbor, Debbie. We sometimes walk our dogs together in the morning. She mentioned seeing two Toms in our backyard and I did a good 100ft riff on Turkey machismo. Debbie laughed so hard she almost dropped the leash.
So much for me strutting, huh?
Say hello to Bert and Larry, folks.
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