After the first Mass of the day we all gathered in the parish hall for "coffee hour," and the talk was mostly about bobcats and goats. Then we were interrupted by an unearthly noise.
It sounded like some kind of alien being, high and crazy, but it was just a mad peacock. Up in a tree.
I'll be going out on a bobcat hunt later this evening.
Keep living the dream,
LSP
It's the lovely weather. Such a RELIEF. Makes me want to climb up a tree and squawk like a space alien, too.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful weather today!
ReplyDeleteThe peacock was just trying to escape the enhanced titanium fangs of Blue Destroyer.
ReplyDeleteThere is a rumor going around that fried peacock isn't half bad, and much better than that infernal noise they make...
ReplyDeleteI say if the bobcat doesn't pan out, fill that pan with peacock and some fryin' oil.
ReplyDeleteWho can blame the peacock for trying to escape the titanium fangs of Blue Destiny?
ReplyDeleteFry the bird?
Yes. Please.
Did Pretty Jenny suggest that you frickasee that peacock in oll (oil with a Texas accent)?
ReplyDeleteI think she did...
ReplyDeleteSorry, I forgot my audience. Make that bacon grease. And best stuff the bird with bacon and then wrap it heartily with more.
ReplyDeleteThis probably sounds dumb, but I thought peacocks were flightless birds. Apparently not.
ReplyDeleteI thought they were too, Padre! But no, they can fly:
ReplyDeletehttps://500px.com/photo/30991449/flying-peacock-by-stefan-cruysberghs
I do like bacon, Jenny. Good call.
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