When I walked into the kitchen this morning, three pairs of eyes were staring at the back door.... Gatsby, Orange Cat, and Carson (the peacock). All of them sitting quietly, patiently waiting for me to bring out the bowls of Meow Mix.
The peacock has been alternating his visits between our porch and the neighbor's property down the hill (they are the owners of Carson--- I just gave him a name while he's here). Carson sleeps in the trees here at night, or roosts on the porch railing on the side of the house by the breakfast room. As we eat lunch, we can see him through the windows... he's watching us, we're watching him.
I tried feeding Carson some bits of vegetables, but he prefers the cat food. Maybe I just haven't given him the fruits and vegetables that he likes... he doesn't care for asparagus or broccoli, and bits of lettuce don't interest him either. I have no idea what he eats down the hill.... they have over three dozen chickens down there, so Carson may be munching on chicken feed when he's with those hens and roosters.
Orange Cat has been here more than he's been gone lately. Not only has he made himself comfy in the garage from time to time, but he sleeps in the screened-in chicken coop during the day, right along with Gatsby and Mickey. I have to make sure Orange Cat is not inside either the garage or the coop when I shut the doors at night to keep Mickey enclosed after dark.
Carson walks around the porch and the yard all day when he's here... walks around like a king inspecting his estate. The cats just watch him, not running away, but not getting very close to that huge bird either. Carson and the cats seem to tolerate one another, respecting each other's space and eating habits.
Welcome to the country zoo.
No comments:
Post a Comment