We were sitting at the bottom of our driveway. My wife got up to fetch something from the house and froze, facing the road with the most amazed expression on her face. I happened to have my camera in my lap and stood up, too. There at the top of the driveway by the garbage can was a great big freaking peacock!
I walked slowly towards him with my camera, but he edged away and headed down the road, where I took the shot you see above. Choosing suicide over fame, however, he soon veered left into the pińon, juniper, and cactus, never to be seen again. If he lasted until sunset, I’d be real surprised. Without a mothership to beam him up, a roving pack of yappy dogs—not to mention coyotes, bobcats, racoons, foxes, and mountain lions—will have his ass in damn short order.
UPDATE: So much for me as a peacock expert. It’s almost dark know. I just jumped up because I saw something huge fly past the window. You know what it was. When I walked up to the glass, it took off from a spot about fifty feet away and flew quite well into the upper branches of a giant elm. At this moment, the bird is roosting fifty feet above the ground in the back yard of the house next door.