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To my delight the neighborhood peacocks that live over the hill started to stop by our house during lockdown in 2020. Their appearance is not a daily or even weekly occurrence. I love it when they come by.
They have lived sorta nearby for over 20 years, it is a good long walk to get to our place. These magical visitors keep inspiring my writings.
walking through my garden of words - a peahen leant me her quill
so I began to write & write - watching my words grow
Birdseed and cracked corn are put out for the regular birds and bunnies. One peacock gave me a honk from side, informing me more seed needed to be put out. I have never gotten to pet one yet, almost did that day.
Another morning one was out back on a pine tree bough. Previously my BFF had planted the seed to get my picture taken with my peacock dress on, whipped it on, no time to even brush my hair, and out I went.
I have witnessed them flying up to our rooftop, telephone lines, and on to my Dad’s 36’ Manchurian Trader in the lower yard. His boat is a gum ball unto itself to share in the future why it is dry docked in my yard. It was the world’s most expensive playhouse for my children growing up 😊
Peacock colored gumballs are a treat, til next week :-) m