An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
One Of Us Is Goin’ Down….And It Ain’t Gonna Be Me!
As per my normal morning routine, I stagger into the kitchen with the intent of getting the coffee going, in the hopes that I’ll have at least one eye opened in short order. Naturally, all the cats followed me and took up various positions, one on the couch, one crunching some breakfast and two sitting at the window, with Mr Spot doing his occasional patting at the window when something is out there. Like he can dig his way out to get it? Heh. I figured it was one of the dogs that tends to wander around on regular basis. So, while the pot is filling up, I go to see what had his and Chubs’ interest.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
So…after the Mr chased ‘em off, what did they do? Why, they had to come around to the front, where I had just spent a small fortune on new plants and flowers to put on the porch. Previously, they had destroyed every single plant I stuck in a pot, along with the pots, or plopped in the ground. Nearly $500 worth of damage! And I’ve yet to see a dime from their owner! I wouldn’t have bothered this year if I had thought they were back. Well, not the originals, because….heh….they all went to peacock heaven! Want some feathers? 
So, you’re asking…why not just take these out as well!? Well, I’d like to give the guy a chance to keep his evil fowl …. on HIS property. If not, then, I reckon we’re going to add to our collection of peacock feathers! Hopefully, if we do have to send them off to wherever peacocks go when they’ve been blown away, the male will still have all those feathers attached. 
Hey…he’s the one who told me to shoot ‘em if they kept coming around! I took him at his word!
It is not amusing to see a short chubby ol’ woman, with a bad heart and a fake knee flying out the front door in her jammies, chasing those evil creatures away from my flowers! Thank goodness the Mr didn’t have a camera in his hand! We went all the way around the house….big evil, followed by little ol’ woman, followed by the girlfriend, who had the gall to squawk at me! HUMPH!
I finally got them headed in the direction of home, and thought that was it. I waddled m’self back into the house, sat down, look up, and who is looking back at me? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! So, we had to do the Peacock Dance….again!
I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
Target practice for the Ruger 10/22. I can drive tacks with that gun, I could also shoot everyone of them in their beady little eyes.
I considered grabbing my .38, which is always loaded, but y’know…I just didn’t want to have to deal with burying any birds this morning.
We have a wedding to go to, and if I had to do that, I would have missed the wedding! 
SOBs are STILL on the deck! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
I hear they taste like chicken.
They keep invading, I just might have to find out! Heh. I’d also have to learn how to clean the suckers. sigh….
I looked it up, they aren’t hard to clean and you skin them rather than pluck them.
Found this too French Medievil Peacock Recipies mmmmmmm
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Skin ‘em? Uh… that doesn’t sound too pleasant. Hmmm… If ya don’t pluck ‘em, how do ya get the great feathers.
ROFLMFAO!!! I’m sorry Kate, but I just saw this and laughed my ASS off!!!!!! I know you hate ‘em, but you KNOW I love your peacock wars!!!!! :D
It is my lot in life to make you cackle like a chicken!