Now that mating season is over, they’re so quiet you hardly know they’re there.
Until they come crash landing on your roof and Juliet balcony!!
I love the way he seems to be on tiptoe, balancing on the railing.
But, he really scared me when he landed~~~right behind where I was sitting at my computer.
They are so majestic–this morning they were so quiet that their sudden appearance seemed like a magical encounter. These days, it’s the parrots which are shrieking through the evening soundscape.
(Parrots are quiet at night so it isn’t really the same thing).
When I went outside, there were seven.
Two males and three females. The females really are funny-looking.
Like dinosaurs?
My friend Sally reminded me that Flannery O’Connor kept peacocks. In fact, she kept a lot…
She said:
“You shall know the truth,” said Flannery O’Connor, “And the truth shall make you odd.”
This is one of my favorite quotes by Flannery O’Connor. And she was odd. But peacocks are odd too.
So it seemed like a match made in heaven, when I learned that guarding the gates of paradise at her Georgian farm named Andalusia was a hoard of peacocks–so numerous she didn’t dare count them; for a she explained, “I intend to stand firm and let the peacocks multiply,” she said, ending her essay “The King of the Birds” saying, “For I am sure that, in the end, the last word will be theirs.” And so it should be.
Pictures of two of the females below.
Dewdrop World 