Driving to an open house Sunday afternoon, in a very ordinary suburban neighborhood of 1960's brick ranch houses, green lawns, kids and dogs, was one of those times. The kids were shocked out of their general state of back seat lolling and lazy bickering, and readying their rebuke for word choice when they noticed...
That's right. Holy crap, a peacock.
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Trying to sneak off for a morning bike ride, before anything can pop up on my [currently] open schedule. Is cool and beautiful in an early Autumn way, so staying inside would be torture. Have my audiobook (The Color of Magic, Terry Pratchett) for this week all queued up, along with an episode of The Thomas Jefferson Hour and the latest Liberty Conspiracy - just in case I don't feel like a book - and the iPhone fully charged.
2 comments:
Those peacocks can be territorial--glad you weren't crusing by on his turf on 2 wheels.
I did not know that about peacocks.
If I'd been on 2 wheels, or walking dogs, the post would have to be moved to a PG-13 rating, as the language would have become increasingly colorful with any bird violence.
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