My friend who has the house where the peacocks visit, sent me some more photos that he snapped with his phone, so I thought I’d share them with you.
Here we are, folks. Remember me? I’m Patrick on the left, and I’ve brought five of my friends. Next to me from left to right, we have Percival, Parker, Penny, Paxton, and Preston. I think Preston got into the overripe, fermenting mountain ash berries. You can see that his head is a bit blurry.
Notice that Penny has a paler face than the rest of us and her neck feathers are more green than blue. She has a light brown back and even lighter underside.
Being the older male, I’m sort of in charge of the show. My fan of tailfeathers is way better than that of any others here. When I go up to Penny and show her my fan, with all the beautiful “eyes” on the feathers, I can tell she’s impressed. I shiver the fan just like I’ve seen ladies do with their handheld fans on a hot day at the opera. She nearly swoons when I do that.
All the boys want pretty Penny,
But she just wants me.
My impressive fan has many
Eyes for her to see.
When I spread my fanning glory,
And I show my train,
All those eyes will tell the story
That I’m not so plain.
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