I was in Texas, with my sons and my ex-husband... and peacocks....
... and from 1200 miles away...
... feeling the warmth of my beautiful brown-eyed love...
December 25, 2014
Fire dog lake.
Meade walks the dog to the end of Picnic Point, the Lake Mendota peninsula, where he builds a fire for the people who happen to choose this route for their Christmas day walk.
I was in Texas, with my sons and my ex-husband... and peacocks....
... and from 1200 miles away...
... feeling the warmth of my beautiful brown-eyed love...
I was in Texas, with my sons and my ex-husband... and peacocks....
... and from 1200 miles away...
... feeling the warmth of my beautiful brown-eyed love...
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Aw, that's nice. Did I ever tell you about the peacocks I lived with in Ft. Collins? My bedroom had a skylight and every morning those durn peacocks would be up on the roof peering down at me. First creepy thing I'd see when I opened my eyes. Creepcocks, I called them.
No, you never told me. But, clearly, birds are assholes.
I was fascinated by the brown eyes on the famously blue-and-green birds.
Don't be an eye-colorist. Brown eyes can be beautiful.
Look at Zeus, for instance.
Get a room, you two.
But isn't it strange that such a famously, specifically beautiful bird has brown eyes.
We should contemplate the poignant, subtle beauty of the underappreciated color brown.
All animals, including humans, would be more beautiful with blue eyes. Except Asians. That would be weird looking.
That peacock would be gorgeous with sky blue eyes. Or green. Or even black. Anything but brown. Just my two cents.
When we die everything doesn't go black, it goes brown.
Choose whether to read this metaphysically or scatalogically, the results are the same.
I am Laslo.
Peacocks run wild in southern California. They can be pests.
Peacocks are walking art work. It is strange that such an artist forgot to do the eyes to match. But perhaps the dull rown eyes were on purpose so the peacock would not be proud as a peacock.
Brunch at Green Pastures I am guessing (maybe dinner).
What a wonderful place, one of my favorites.
Just like spotted owls, peacocks are good baked, boiled, stewed or fried. Around the house--not o much.
We've got a magnificent flock of wild turkeys that live in the brushy ground behind Walmart and walk around like they own the place...
Until about 20 or 30 years ago, a flock of feral peacocks roamed a neighborhood in west Columbus, Ohio, and terrorized the neighbors and their pets. The Columbus Zoo finally rounded them up. They had been left behind by someone and had adapted to urban life in Central Ohio.
"But isn't it strange that such a famously, specifically beautiful bird has brown eyes."
I can't believe I wrote that! I was trying to write
But isn't it strange that such a famously, specifically blue-and-green bird has brown eyes.
The way it came out, it looks like I'm outright assuming everyone thinks blue/green eyes are more beautiful than brown eyes.
That's inappropriate!
A peacock will ruin the paint Jo on the top of a car. They are also quite noisy when they want to be. However there is a good ancient Roman recipe for Peacock tongue. I'm guessing it tastes like chicken. The recipe doesn't say...
Job not Jo
"That's inappropriate! "
Eh. Don't be too hard on yourself.
That's our job. The ugly-eyed people.
Peacock's beautiful iridescent coloration is produced by structural coloration, not pigment. So it makes sense that the eye coloration would be fairly normal and drab.
Heh, I just realized that eye color generally relies on structural coloration too- but the substrate of the iris stroma is much different than that of feather barbules.
"If eyes were made for seeing, than beauty is its own excuse for being." The peacock is a Darwinian mystery. It's hard to understand how such bright colors and elaborate feathers give them any kind of competitive advantage, yet there they are. Maybe other animals think they're pretentious and stuck up, but well connected and, thus, leave them alone.
I recall growing up in rural NC, where a neighboring farm about half a mile away kept peacocks just for fun.
The unholy screams at random times that peacocks make leave me oddly homesick even today when I hear them.
The late 80s Peacock wars in our neighborhood in Berkeley California were fun and contentious as only a neighborhood dispute in Berkeley can be. My wife and I like them but then we were four blocks away from Peacock Ground Zero.
http://www.apnewsarchive.com/1992/Peacocks-Run-Afoul-of-Berkeley-Laws-Wing-it-to-Marin/id-5d3c89b39ade328ee53789e7f849135d
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