This morning I opened up the giant shutter that covers our glass "french doors" and saw two visitors relaxing on our terrace:
I stepped outside to shoo them away (because I'm getting sick of finding peacock droppings on my porch) and realized we weren't alone.
Another one on the roof, and another one in the tree.
I was glad I hadn't seen The Birds lately. It was creepy enough as it was.
Josh had gone on a looooong morning walk in the hills, and when he came back, he wasn't alone-- pup fantastic had followed him for about an hour. Upon arriving chez nous, said pup ran onto the roof--the ROOF, mind you--to chase away the peacocks. Very nice first impression, pup.
We considered letting him stay with us long-term, since his collar was raggedy and had no tags. And then when we went inside and he sat in front of the door crying for ten minutes, we REALLY considered keeping him.
I decided that if he stuck around until we left for work, he was ours. But he took off, probably after another peacock, or to exchange insults with the neighbor's dachsund. And I know that our lifestyle is nowhere near pet-friendly, but I still had a jab of disappointment when we got back home at the end of the day and he wasn't sitting on our doorstep. Somehow between linguistics class and coffee break I had started daydreaming about a certain pair of floppy ears...