An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
And A Good Morning To You Too!
There’s nothing like coming in to sit quietly at the computer, drink your coffee, look up and see……
Yep, Mr Peacock is back! Playing peeking Tom! sigh….
Oddly enough, he’s all by his lonesome. Wonder what happened to the rest of his pals? 
Reckon someone else took out his last girlfriend, cuz she sure isn’t here….behind the shed……a few feet under. 
I’ve been up since about 6:30 and he’s been my constant companion. Lucky me. sigh… Then he starts shaking his hind end at me, dancing all around. Tacky bird. You’re not my type!
The Mr and I have discussed this, and at this point in time, since he’s not doing any damage, well, other than crapping on the deck, we’re going to leave him be. I think there’s something wrong with his left foot too. He seems to be favoring that one a bit.
So, we started out with seven of the evil fowl, and are now down to only one invading our space. Honestly, if we weren’t heading out on a road trip after church this afternoon, he just MIGHT join his brethren in the great Peacock “beyond”. Heh.
About 18 years ago, when Mrs. Gawfer and I were first married we were ‘trailer trash’ on an island in the delta of northern California. Adjacent to our trailer park was a resort for boaters and campers. We awoke one morning to screams that sounded like a woman or child who was being viciously attacked. We jumped out of bed, got dressed and exited our trailer to see if we could intervene, only to find 4 Peacocks; 3 males and a female evidently courting each other hollering at the top of their lungs.
Needless to say, our 3 years on that island were lean on sleep but rich on aggravation. Reading this to her, she reminded me that we did get used to it… well, she did anyway.
Crapping on your deck is ALL the excuse you need, shoot the SOB…
To interested parties – I was up then too, more concerned with getting some mulch around our new magnolias than digging a big hole in this awful red clay. The mags are starting to form blossoms:)
C
@Gawfer:
Ear plugs come in real handy for all the racket they make during that particular season.
@TexasFred:
Well, as the Mr said, there were other priorities at the time. The neighbor’s dogs dealt a blow to both Mr Peacock and to those dadburn goats that were making an appearance right before I left for church. Heh. Love those dogs!
Good dogs!!
@TexasFred:
Heh.
Kate, I saw this story yesterday and, of course, I thought of you.
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is there such a thing as peacock jerky???
“is there such a thing as peacock jerky???”
How ’bout Peacock under glass, or Kentucky Fried Peacock? Peacock and Dumplin’s maybe? Peacock Pot Pie? Peacock Noodle Soup…
@Mary:
Now see, even more reason to rid ourselves of those evil birds! LOL
Yeah, but who’s going to clean the ugly things? You brat? How ’bout you Gawfer? Heh. Yeah…that’s what I thought.