Holidays that fall during the middle of the work week don’t allow a lot of time for celebration, but they sure do break up the week nicely.
Kim and I started our holiday last night with "take-away" from Outback (mmm!) and a bagful of movie videos, then she and her pups spent the night. Early this morning we heard the peacock outside. Kim hadn’t seen him recently, so she jumped up, grabbed a handful of cereal and headed out to the driveway to wait for him to come down off the roof.
I watched through the glass door as the peacock ate cereal from Kim’s hand. He seemed nervous, and I brilliantly deduced that the reason was the two barking dogs behind the fence next door, plus the four dogs gnashing and growling ferociously at my feet. It occurred to me that if I’d let our dogs out into the fenced-in backyard, they could still see, but they’d be farther away from the peacock and less distracting to him.
When the peacock heard the barking come suddenly from a new direction, from behind him, he panicked. He flew up straight at Kim and popped her a good hit on the arm with one of his sharp spurs or talons. In seconds he realized his error and settled back to the ground to beg for more snacks, but by that time Kim had had enough. With blood seeping out the puncture wound on her arm, she threw the rest of the cereal on the ground and hurried back inside. It was a scary moment. Fortunately, a little soapy water and peroxide seemed to take care of the damage.
Later Kim and I found ourselves laughing about the peacock incident. Of all the things we could have imagined that might happen today, it never would have occurred to us in our wildest dreams that she'd spend the morning suffering from “bird
Happy 4th of July! I hope you're having a great day.