Constant Companion
Who knows what lurks in the mind of a Peacock. Faithful, true, interested, devoted, all that seems to be part of “peacock nature.” How do I know? I have been adopted by a lone bird that follows me from room to room looking in my window, even at night. This guy, for the second time, at dusk has flown up into a tree outside my bedroom window and stares at me. So last night I had a conversation with him. “look,” I said. “You can hang out with me, but you have to quit pooping on my decks and front walk.” “Right,” he replied sarcastically.
