We go walking quite often, there is always plenty to see and it stops the flies from being lonely. There are always birds and kangaroos and wildflowers to look at and one of our neighbours has a peacock. He is simply divine and if someone were to buy me one as a present I wouldn’t be upset in the slightest.
Yesterday we went out and low and behold the peacock as out in his back yard. Little J noticed he’d dropped a feather and was desperate for it. But, being hideously proper and well mannered I wouldn’t let her climb the fence to get it. Instead I told her to go knock on the front door and ask nicely for it. You must understand dear reader I was absolutely certain she’d chicken out but her desperation for a multicoloured feather drove her to the front door.
Amazingly they didn’t set the dogs on her but rather sent her out the back to retrieve a feather where she promptly stood on a thorn that went through her thong and into her foot.
This is where my little girl gets brave. She pulled it out and while gushing enough blood to make Quentin Tarantino wince proceeded to collect her feather before hobbling back to me to be pushed home in Little C’s stroller. She told me later there was no way she wasn’t getting her prize.
There he is. Catch of the day.
He looks like he’s moving at a masterful pace but really was just dawdling along and casually showing up my photography skills.
