I call them Tom and Jerry. They are always together. Last week Husband said one of them met their maker on the sharp bend in the road at the bottom of my driveway. Feathers everywhere. I felt so bad, we sort of have a relationship. But no, not one of them but one of the girls was going the wrong way on a two lane street.
Strutting and gobbling all the time on the hill behind the house is grand entertainment during the Sunday family dinner hour. Thanks everyone!