The third thing I did this morning after getting out of bed, was to go check to see if there had been evidence of a peacock visitation. I’ll be damned if all six of ’em were in the flower bed. It was obvious they had also been on the front porch as well, thanks to the extremely LARGE pile of poop, right in the middle of the steps. I opened the door, and off they ran. I don’t see any serious damage, so no problem. I go about my business, making coffee and such. I turned around…….
All six of them were on the deck. No, you can’t see the other two, but trust me, they were there. I would have loved to have gotten the shot of a couple of them butting heads…with themselves. Evidently, they aren’t aware that the bird they see reflected in the glass is them. Dumb birds. At one point, I had all six of ’em staring in the window at me. It’s a little disconcerting after a while.
I was kidding Mr. Ol’ Broad that now the yard is starting to look so nice, we might need a white picket fence. I don’t think I’m kidding anymore. The birds were a novelty at the beginning, but this might turn out to be war! The landscape guy suggested a BB gun. I wouldn’t want to hurt them, but I’m starting to rethink that.
I can hear them jumping up and down from the railing to the deck, an hour later, after shooing them off 4 times. They aren’t getting the message. I get the impression they expect me to cook them breakfast.
I just went out to shoo them off again, and only saw five of them. Looking around for the sixth, I see him on the bloomin’ roof. Maybe a fence won’t work after all.