This is what met me at the door this morning. Yeah. You know Peacocks in full preening mode are rather intimidating, but I did finally figure out what is so attractive about my front door...it's Pete's reflection. He looooovvves looking at himself in the glass of the door. "How pretty am I? No, no please, no applause necessary...I know I'm God's gift to peacocks."
Anyway, Belle (the teacup chiuaua) barked at him and he proceeded to fan his lovely feathers at her and strut in a circle. Mind you he never actually took his eyes off his own reflection. Vanity is sooo unbecoming. I couldn't wait for him to indulge himself forever so I shooed him away in order to take the dogs out for their morning constitutional. When I finally made it outside I saw what some of the fuss was about. Pete's girl was hanging out near by. I've named her Pansy. Anyway...they strutted off around the side of the house.
I'm trying to figure out how to keep them around. Living in Florida surrounded by hundreds of trees gives you lots of two things...BUGS and leaves. Well, Pete and Pansy can feel free to get fat on our bugs. I only wish they ate leaves as well.
Yeah, I know I need to rake. Whatever. Until the leaves stop falling it's a pointless excersise. It's like shoveling snow during a blizzard.
