Peacock on the porch....

As I type, the neighbor's peacock is on our porch, eating the Meow Mix out of the orange cat's bowl. Haven't seen the orange cat much these past couple of days because of all the rain we've had, but I still keep a dish of cat food out there for him during the day. (If God is a cat, I've got it made.)

So there's the peacock.... he started off in the yard by the gazebo... then he flew up to the roof of the breezeway which connects the house to the garage... then he flew down to the courtyard... and then he found his way up the stairs of the deck and ultimately to the back porch where he spotted the Meow Mix and the bowl of water. He's having a blast, and better still, Sweet Pea is watching him from the windows of the TV room, wondering what on earth that creature could possibly be.

It's a male peacock, so his coloring is gorgeous.... his tail feathers aren't as long as I thought they were, so either he has lost some of the longer ones since I last saw him, or could this possibly be another peacock, and not the one belonging to the neighbors at the bottom of our hill?  He was screeching out his mating call a little while ago, and those loud sounds were reverberating in-between the cottage and the house, then as he walked up closer to the barn, the sounds seemed to be even louder.

Not a peep out of him, however, since he discovered the Meow Mix.  Maybe that was his problem all along.... hunger.  So I guess now I have to hope that this peacock has a short memory. Otherwise, he'll be prancing on our porch every evening about this time, looking for the bowl of cat food.  If that peacock does come up on the porch tomorrow night, maybe I'll ask my husband to take a photo of him and we'll send it to the Meow Mix people.  A star is born....