An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings
*snicker*
Word has it that one of my evil fowl foes has bit the big one, and we had nothing to do with it! (See the ongoing saga of the Peacock War.)
Evidently, said feathered “friend” became a car bomb. Now, before Homeland Security gets its knickers in a twist, it wasn’t a LITERAL bomb. My favorite neighbor, as per his norm, doesn’t seem to mind that his animals get lose and are in danger. This particular critter exploded. The car is just fine.
Sorry.
No…really. Shame on me.
Kate, I found an online forum that you might enjoy — Peacock Buddy Board.
Some priceless quotes:
“I’m so happy to have peacock friends! We have had chickens for years, but nothing tops this bird!”
“I can totally relate to the first letter I read on your “Springtime Greetings” post.
Our Indian Blue Peacock is also named Bob and is very similar to this person’s (who wrote
that letter) peacock. He picked our yard over 2 years ago and with all the homes in the
area I found it to be a great gift also. He somehow instinctively knew we were decent
folks who would welcome him. We also find it very thrilling to have such a glorious bird
grace our yard with his presence.”
ACK!