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I have to write again tonight and tell you what that peacock did.
Yesterday night, as I was rocking my Nattie to sleep, we heard it, loudly, call from the front yard.
Nat would give me no peace until she got to see the "turkey" as she calls it.
So we got up and looked out the front door and there it was, decked out in the most brilliant blues and greens possible and gazing at us as openly and brazenly as if it owned the place.
It strutted about, right up to the front steps, and then looked curiously at my pot of petunias. Apparently they looked tasty, because in one quicky gulp, he devoured the blossom! And then strutted away, to roost high up in the pine tree, which must be his favorite place since I see him there often.