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.
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...
What a fantastic story! (While watching an episode of Chopped on the Food Network where a French pastry chef was a competitor, Stephen said that all French people seem to say 'fantastic' in lieu of the American 'great.')
RépondreSupprimerIt would be awesome if the peacocks mated and had a peacock baby! The brown ones are female, I'm presuming.
He kind of looks like Tucker...
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