Saturday, April 4, 2015
When I was much younger, our house was near the northern edge of Phoenix. Of course now, Phoenix goes for miles and miles past where our house was located. We were surrounded by orange orchards and farms. One of the farms just south of our house raised peacocks. I loved their colorful plumage, but I soon learned that they have a very loud and squawking cry. They also fly very well and would come and perch on the roof of our house. Even though I still admire their lovely feathers, I always remember how loud they can be. I would not be interested in having them around. They are fine on farms and in zoos, but not where I live now. I have enough diversion here with the deer and other animals.