07/30/2026
Turkeys make awesome pets. Even the di****ad ones 😁
Daryl was a dick, but he was my dick and when I am walking peacefully through my own yard, not looking over my shoulder, not running in fear, the fact that he’s gone still catches up to me.
Daryl was my 45 lb problem child. All day, every day, just a problem, just a dick. One night he topped it all.
He was going through a phase where he wanted to stay up late. Not like a whole phase, but like a 4 day moment in life where he was just full of energy and couldn’t go to roost. I would have to manually lead him in long after the chickens had gone to bed. He would protest and threaten, but when he realized that I don’t negotiate with terrorists, he would eventually roost up.
Due to his sheer size and tenancity, he had his very own roost we cut out of a big tree, special for his feet and grips and size. It very nice and could hold about 15 chickens. Instead, it held one turkey...who was a dick.
So being a turkey (how the hell did they evolve this far?) he could barely see at night, so for 2 nights, I had to lift him up to his roost, which is almost 6 feet off the ground. Yes, picture your post shower, pajama clad self lifting a 40+ pound dick turkey, who hates you and only you, above your head. For his comfort. Nothing was going to eat him. He was salty and gamey. But still, for my own piece of mind, I lift him....because I loved that ungrateful, beautiful bastard.
Left to his own devices, he would have panic attacks and I once found him panting and pacing in the open feed closet…with the door wide open.
One night, I went out to lock everyone up and sure enough, dick turkey is staring at me, wandering around, actually unfluffed for once, looking like an idiot. I went in and moved the 3 chickens who were on his roost off and went to lead him in. At that moment, I guess he could tell who I was and decided tonight was the night we finally fought this war he has been threatening me with for the past few years. He actually attacked, hitting my leg with his wing. I know, a wing doesn't seem like it would hurt, but these things are strong and powerful. It hurt.
I was able to kinda kick at him back until he landed in the water trough (looking stupid) and I grabbed a nearby chair. At that point, I found myself, middle aged, vegetarian, animal rights activist, probably sane, goat kisser telling a dick turkey, "Fine, you wanna scrap, son?"
Yes. I said those exact words and im pretty sure I cracked my neck while I said it to intimidate him.
He answered back, "hell yeah I do, fam." and we did some stupid looking dance around with a chair and some wings.
Ok, may be he didn't answer that back, instead he made some soprano whistling sounds and extended his neck and side stepped me a lot, trying fancy footwork (which totally didn't fool me as he has the brain the size of a walnut).
With enough of my chair jazz and creative turkey insults slinging, I was able to get this turkey, one I have watched pleasure himself with a rake, to bed, to his comfy roost.
Dick.
P.S. Did you know male turkeys don't have a p***s? They have a little pimple like thing in their "hole". They just push their hole onto a hens hole and call it love.
The girls scream the whole time. Not sure if they are faking it or just calling him fat as loud as they can.
There is a possibility I informed him of that as I slammed the coop door.
Dickless Dick Daryl. RIP.
Image description: the most majestic turkey ever hatched from the gates of hell. He is white with black markings all over and puffed up proudly. He had nothing to be proud of, but he was proud of it, regardless.