Monday, June 19, 2006

The Peacock

I mentioned that there are lots of interesting birds in my folks’ back garden; loads of wrens, chaffinches, goldfinches, thrushes, blue and great tits – all of which seem exotic to me as I only ever see various gulls, swans, wagtails, guillemots, shags etc. Well on Tuesday my mother came home to find a peacock strutting around her garden. A peacock. Beat that, eh? Since then it has been back several times, including a spell on my parents’ roof.

One morning in our back garden in Ipswich, I saw a bright blue budgerigar (or parakeet, if you prefer) who thought it was a sparrow. It was hanging out with the sparrows, it arrived with them and left with them. Of course I was the only person awake at the time and nobody believed my story.


Anonymous said...

Noisy birds, peacocks. One of my neighbours has them. You can hear them screaming in the evenings. And if you go to Brownsea Island, a NT property in Poole Harbour, there are literally dozens of them naturalized and wild. But they are liable to sit in the trees above people listening to concerts or having picnics, and express their opinions in the classic bird fashion.

So maybe there is something to be said for them, after all.

midwesterntransport said...

ooo, coool. peacocks are pretty.

Melbamae said...

Peacocks are lovely. Every now and then when I head to one of Wales western most towns I have to stop while one of these beauties crosses the road.