All of the above have wandered across my patio at some point today. I sit on the sofa and watch Binks and Mr. Bond as they observe a female (peahen?) who is equally curious about them. They each look at each other through the screen, not sure what reaction would be appropriate.
This is the first time I've opened the blinds when the peacock flock was out and about. The boys have heard their calls before, but haven't seen them. A large-ish male struts past, sweeping his luxurious tale across the brick patio, as if clearing the way for some VIP behind him. Eventually, the flock decides to move on across N. Atlantic, causing numerous vehicles to stop and wait while the poke and strut at their own pace. There is no hurrying these large avians. The story of them is unknown to me (at least with any certainty), but I believe someone told me it's the same as monkeys. Some rich idiot bought a bunch of them, cared for them for a while, and when the rich person died, they were cut loose into the wild. Of course, I've never seen a monkey. But I see the peacocks almost every day.
After the flock has gone, a stray gray striped tabby wanders onto the patio, sniffing the trail of the peahen. The tabby sees Mr. Bond, still resting in the sun spot from the patio door. They meow at each other through the screen, but when a motorcycle passes, Tabby decides he/she is too close to the road and moves on to the next patio.
A little while later, a tiny lizard, maybe 2 inches including tail, rests on a warm brick and soaks up sunlight. Mr. Bond sniffs at the screen, remembering the scent of frequent prey from his two previous homes at the Towers and the Palm Tree House. Binks is blissfully unaware of the lizard. He might not care even if he did see it.
I finish watching the Top 20 on VH1 and close the blinds on the sun. The day is getting hot and so is the house now. Time for a little housekeeping and maybe a walk. Maybe.
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