Peacocks

Two peacocks – male and female – were at our back door this morning. They didn’t flee when they saw us. I think they were checking the place out – don’t know where they got the idea it was for sale or available. They are welcome to stay. Beautiful. I called Gen Yeager quietly and said, Look! I hadn’t seen peacocks in eons – and never in our neighborhood.

Gen Y noted they were male & female. I asked how he knew. He said: “The male’s the one with the plummage.” Show off. (I mean the male with the plummage. I mean the peacock. I mean the bird. I’m definitely kidding – I just couldn’t pass up a good joke or two or three.)

They clearly were tame. When we opened the door they moved off slowly so I whistled quietly at them. They ignored the whistle. Gen Yeager made some sounds which brought them back a little.

They walked around the garage and the female came within a yard but I had nothing to feed it and we were heading to the airport to drop me off so couldn’t take the time.

The cat had been whining at me but calmed down when I pet it. It crouched when it saw the peacocks. For a moment we wondered what would happen next. The female peacock turned toward it – in a friendly way but our cat, true to form – it’s why she’s still alive – took off to a safe distance. (Maybe just in front of us – I think at night or when we’re not there, she becomes 100 times her size and frightens off the other animals. I used to hear forocious sounds in the middle of the night – serious cat fights. I’d turn on the light, look out the back door, and there would be our cat lying down, lifting it’s head and calmly looking at me: “What?” )

I hope the peacocks stay. What a menagerie we have at our house.

c. GCYI