
Just a quick note tonight as I am super tired, but this story just HAS to be told.
Yesterday Dante' and went to see longtime friend Shirley. Shirley lives a mile or so up a slough. It's a gorgeous country setting.
On the way home, we took a side road just to sight-see and enjoy the day. 8 minutes later I find myself saying "Omigosh, a peacock!". There it was, in the middle of absolute nowhere, reclining laconically on the side of the road.
We stopped, we gawked. "It's hurt," said Dante. After a little debate we decided she could knock on the door of the only house close by and see if it was someone's pet.
Did I mention this bird was beautiful and completely decked out in the finest peacocky glory? The tail dragged at least 5 feet behind it.
So a creepy old man answered the door and informed Dante' the peacock, a peahen, and a cat had been abandoned by a family that had moved away. The peahen is missing, he shot and killed the cat (his words), and he shot the peacock in the leg and didn't know why it was still alive.
Dante' hustled back to the car mouthing "let's go now!". We left and went to animal control who took down the address and promised to go talk to the crazy old man the next day.
Before we gunned out of our own version of "Deliverance", Dante' got a small pic of the bird with her cell phone.
head shaking,
-E
