The peacock prankster.
Yesterday I took Keiki (our sweet quarter horse/paint) out for a ride.
It was a perfect riding day. 75 degrees, with just a hint of a breeze. Keiki and I had a wonderful ride, that is, until we encountered the peacock.
One of our neighbors is acquiring all sorts of new animals. We never know what we might see over there next. They have a few lamas, an emu, and a couple of mountain goats. Yesterday, it was a peacock.
Keiki and I rode along the outside of their fence, and the peackock mirrored our movement on the inside. He kept our pace for about a quarter of a mile. We walked, he walked. We stopped, he stopped. We trotted. He did his best to keep up.
I though about cantering ahead, but then decided it was good for Keiki to have to put up with him as the peacock was clearly making her nervous. I wanted Keiki to learn that he was harmles, (or so I thought.)
The, suddenly and without warning, (that I could discern) the peacock opened his plume and displayed all his feathers, quickly becoming at least twice his original size.
That did it. Keiki flew straight up in the air about 3 feet, and scittered across the road in bit of a frenzy. I got her calmed down and looked back at the peacock, who seemed quite proud of himself. And to top it off, as we rode off, I swear I heard that peacock laugh.
Shelly (mom)
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