Hello there Mr. P for Peacock. I hear you’re up bright and early, as it is known by your loud squawking that kind of sounds like you’re saying a word that isn’t really distinguishable. It’s really more like a child screaming but it’s heard from much farther away. Aside from your charming morning announcement, you grace us with your presence-you with your vibrant blue and tropical green eyed feathers.  Your tail feathers sway in the wind so gracefully atop that branch that you have so carefully picked out as your roost for all of your evenings. Luckily for us we get to park our cars under that very special branch. You gift us with your morning ritual of pooing, which always seems to land on the top of the cars-hmm…so thoughtful. As the day goes by and the sun comes out who couldn’t resist a little sun bathing. You’re like a medium size heating pad. You lay on the ground absorbing all the suns wonderful rays but at last the ground just doesn’t seem to cut it. You seek something that can help you soak up the sun. Why over there, it’s a dark blue car. How perfect! You walk your dinosaur strut towards the car, spread your wings and lift yourself to the roof. Oh how perfect a place for sunbathing this is! Don’t mind your two inch claws that scratch up the metallic paint or the invitation you give your neighbor peacocks that this is such a fantastic idea. It’s really all about you and that is where you want to be.

You’re never afraid to let us look at your beauty. And I wouldn’t say you’re very humble about it either. You spend hours spreading your tail feathers and showing off for the ladies-and you…are…a ladies man. Sure, there are other gents around but the fact is, you’re the boss and you let everyone know it. You spend part of your afternoon chasing around the young P’s, making sure they know their place. You tease the ladies…all…day…long. But, you never tire.

And I will say you are quite the entertainer. On the late afternoons that I don’t have the time to entertain Milly, you always seem to pop your head out and volunteer at just the right time. The excitement in Milly’s eyes is so priceless. She runs over to greet you and you just run! Oh how she loves to play chase Mr. P! And you indulge her so well too. But if you weren’t such a curious middle sized bird, this wouldn’t be a problem. The first time you saw Milly, with her Boston eyes bulging out of her cute little face, you couldn’t resist but to come check out this silly looking creature. Your curiosity is unparalleled and it almost always gets you into something…like a dog half the size chasing you:)

I will say though, the farm wouldn’t be the place it is today if you didn’t make your home there. Oh how I can’t even imagine what it would be like to sleep peacefully with no disturbing screams at night. You are beautiful and you are loved.