
One of our local peafowl in full display. Their plumage is
so magnificent they almost look AI produced them! Let me tell you a little story about them ....
Once upon a time (as all stories should begin) ...... these resplendent birds were but humble farm pets from a nearby property, strutting their stuff in tidy pens. Being peacocks, and burdened with more flair than sense, they made a daring escape. Now, after decades of being wild and reproducing, they roam our local streets in packs, like feathered celebrities, gracing us with their dazzling displays and startling us with their sudden screeches that could wake the dead at the local cemetery —and probably have. They are so loud!
They say the peacock is a symbol of vanity, but these guys have taken it to new heights. They parade around as if they own the place, each one convinced they’re the true king of our suburb, perching on our roofs, strutting up our driveways, sitting on our front verandahs. The peahens always nod politely, as if to say, ‘Yes, dear, very impressive, now can we get back to pecking at things?’
There is however a small price to pay for this otherwise free parade of plumage. For all their elegance, peacocks are somewhat indiscriminate in matters of personal waste management. They leave behind souvenirs that we didn't ask for, as though each one is saying, "Here, have a bit of me to remember me by"
So, while these wild, wandering birds add a nice splash of color (and chaos on the roads) to our lives, you do need to watch your step.
Happy new week everyone !