As Easter time is drawing near,
With menus contemplated,
I feel I’ve nothing much to fear,
My life is consecrated.
The turkey and the piggie’s hams,
Are not as worry free,
They’re eaten with a plate of yams,
While I watch from my tree.
In India, I’m semi wild,
I am the national bird,
I am protected like a child,
To harm me is absurd.
And yet, some farmer’s love me not,
Because I eat their grain,
They poison me and hope I rot,
To never eat again.
My feathers bright, a detriment,
They draw the danger in,
But always it’s my sentiment,
My beauty lies within.
And this is why I like to be,
In Czechia far away,
A lady there loves only me,
So this is where I’ll stay.
She feeds me walnuts, seeds, and grain,
She sweeps away the snow,
I live a life of bliss, no pain,
Now I know where to go.
I serenade her with my call,
I guard her house all times,
My cry is loud and heard by all,
She need not fear for crimes.
March 25, 2024 at 12:16 pm
Nature’s friend, Anneli.
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March 25, 2024 at 1:15 pm
You got that right, Jacqui.
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March 25, 2024 at 12:29 pm
Wonderful bird photos, Anneli! So cute. 🥰
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March 25, 2024 at 1:11 pm
Thanks, John.
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March 25, 2024 at 1:36 pm
You are welcome, Anneli. 😊
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March 25, 2024 at 12:35 pm
They’re so beautiful. There were a number of them for many years in Naramata but residents were quite conflicted about having them there. Here’s a bit of their history: https://thewalrus.ca/urban-peacocks/
I have eaten some odd things in my life, but peacock? No thanks. I would be crying all the way through dinner. Great poem.
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March 25, 2024 at 1:12 pm
Yeah, I wouldn’t want to eat it either unless I were starving.
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March 25, 2024 at 12:52 pm
It’s a beautiful sentry. Do they wander freely?
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March 25, 2024 at 1:13 pm
Yes. These were at the home of friends and they belonged to people in the neighbourhood.
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March 25, 2024 at 1:06 pm
The first time I heard a peacock scream, I couldn’t see the bird; I only heard it, and assumed someone ws being murdered. I was working on a boat in a canal behind my customer’s house. I called him to ask what was going on, and he clued me in. Amazing. I finally saw the bird.
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March 25, 2024 at 1:13 pm
LOL Yes, that makes them good watch…birds.
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March 25, 2024 at 1:46 pm
Are those peacocks at your house? That would be a strange sight to see around here, for sure. Do they dwell only in certain climates?
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March 25, 2024 at 2:32 pm
No, the first ones are at the house of friends also on Vancouver Island, and the other, the big bright one, is in Czechia at another friend’s house. I think peacocks can live anywhere as long as the weather is not too extreme.
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March 25, 2024 at 5:24 pm
A perfect Easter tribute to the glorious peacock, Anneli. ❤
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March 25, 2024 at 6:06 pm
I’m sure they are glad they’re peacocks, not turkeys.
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March 25, 2024 at 8:24 pm
Love your poem Anneli, soulds like a blissful symbiotic relationship!
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March 25, 2024 at 9:53 pm
Not with me, unfortunately. I’d love to have them around here, but these are each visiting our friends – one here in Canada, the other in Czechia. They provided the photos.
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March 25, 2024 at 10:14 pm
It might be a good thing, they can be pretty noisy!! 😀
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March 25, 2024 at 10:54 pm
I love the sound!
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March 26, 2024 at 12:41 am
I love your poem and the pictures are beautiful. This bird is a beauty!
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March 26, 2024 at 9:33 am
I believe this is your neighbour’s bird? Glad you liked the poem, Ursula.
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March 26, 2024 at 10:28 am
He is no ones bird. He took off from his home and lives at the neighbour´s and my place.
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March 26, 2024 at 12:43 pm
And no one knows who the original owner was?
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March 27, 2024 at 12:38 am
No
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March 26, 2024 at 5:11 am
Dear Anneli
we read your text with a smile and we like your bird portrait.
Thanks for sharing
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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March 26, 2024 at 9:26 am
Thanks, KB. I always like to make people smile.
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March 26, 2024 at 5:36 am
I can see you love the peafowl Anneli. Tell me, how did they come to roam your area? It is a good thing they are not the Easter feast. Happy Tuesday. Allan
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March 26, 2024 at 9:30 am
I’m not sure, but the neighbours of our friends most likely bought them as young pullets, and they do lay eggs and raise clutches once you have a pair established. The peafowl are not welcome in many neighbourhoods because of their noise and some people don’t like the poop around their house, but to me, they brighten up a neighbourhood and make it more beautiful than any clippy-clippy lawn could ever be.
People who live down our (rural) street once had a peacock and their neighbours complained all the time. Sad!
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March 26, 2024 at 8:21 am
Fun and lively tribute for the feisty peacocks!
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March 26, 2024 at 9:32 am
Thanks, Brad. I think they are such beautiful birds!
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March 26, 2024 at 12:03 pm
Agreed.
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March 26, 2024 at 5:44 pm
My goodness, this is beautiful and wonderful, in words and photos!
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March 26, 2024 at 10:09 pm
I’m so glad you liked it, Jennie.
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March 26, 2024 at 6:22 pm
Gorgeous photo and wonderful poem, Anneli!
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March 26, 2024 at 10:08 pm
Thank you, Lauren. I hope you had a good birthday.
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March 27, 2024 at 8:28 am
You’re welcome, and thanks! It turned out to be a great celebration. 🙂
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March 27, 2024 at 1:48 pm
Wonderful poem, Anneli! Up here in Canada, it’s hard to contemplate peacocks being so common that they are considered as pests by farmers.
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March 27, 2024 at 5:37 pm
I agree. I don’t think there is anywhere in Canada where they have that problem. I just thought it was ironic when I read that it is India’s national bird and it is against the law to harm them, and yet they have had many instances of peafowl being killed (either poached or poisoned by farmers) as if the laws mean nothing. I don’t think anything is done about it.
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March 27, 2024 at 3:31 pm
The bird in Czechia has a good life, is beautiful, appreciated and a useful watch bird. It does not need to worry to land on the dinner table.
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March 27, 2024 at 5:38 pm
No, I think it is being looked after by the neighbourhood people.
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March 27, 2024 at 7:32 pm
I love your beautiful poem paying tribute to the gorgeous peacocks, Anneli! There’s an arboretum in Los Angeles with peacocks roaming freely. They jump on the tables in the patio cafe where the customers eat. Visitors are okay with them. They roam in the neighborhood and neighbors are tempted to poison them. The city asks the citizens to report them rather than harm them.
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March 28, 2024 at 10:52 am
I can’t even imagine someone being so cruel as to hurt an innocent animal, especially these beautiful creatures.
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March 28, 2024 at 1:47 am
Anneli, love the voice of the bird in your fun poem, a lovely ode! Peacocks are stunning birds and I’m always in awe of their incredible screech, quite at odds with their beautiful appearance! 😀
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March 28, 2024 at 10:49 am
Thanks so much, Annika. I love the howling screech of the peacocks. It makes me feel like I’m in some exotic country.
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March 28, 2024 at 10:54 am
I like that thought – my reaction is always something sinister is on the go! 😀
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March 28, 2024 at 10:55 am
Maybe it was in a crime show some time and the connection stuck in your mind. Who knows?
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March 28, 2024 at 12:43 pm
Truly one of the most stunning birds on earth. Wonderful poem and celebration of the peacock, Anneli.
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March 28, 2024 at 1:39 pm
Thanks, Jet.
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March 30, 2024 at 11:28 am
Peacocks? So fun to see them on the deck. No, I wouldn’t want to eat them either. Great photos. Thanks for the fun poem.
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March 30, 2024 at 12:00 pm
My friends don’t seem to mind them being on their deck either. It’s a big thrill to have them visit. I think they belong to some neighbour of theirs, but it’s fun for us to see the birds when we come to visit.
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March 30, 2024 at 12:11 pm
😀
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March 30, 2024 at 1:16 pm
I enjoyed this poem and your pictures, Anneli – and I learned something about peacocks!
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March 30, 2024 at 8:01 pm
I learned more about them too. Thanks, Barb.
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May 4, 2024 at 11:46 am
Your poetry complements the photos quite well. I would gladly become a vegetarian to preserve the beauty and life that I’ve just witnessed.
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May 4, 2024 at 8:17 pm
Yes, but then there are still those people who wonder if plants have feelings.
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