I seem to have a connection to peacocks. They’ve been a part of my life since I was a small girl and my mother would drive us kids to a neighborhood in Winter Park to a dirt road where Hugh and Jeanette McKean had made their home on Genius Drive. Hugh had been a former president of nearby Rollins College and Jeanette was the granddaughter of the founder of the Morse Museum. They brought the first pair of peacocks to their property and as the numbers grew, they allowed the public to drive slowly along the winding road through an old orange grove that was their home. At their peak they numbered into the 100s. Eventually the property became Genius Reserve, a preservation area.
Many years later when I moved to Coconut Grove in Miami, I again landed in a neighborhood where peacocks roamed freely. I wrote a humorous story on an intimate relationship that I had with one of those birds. You can read it here. They’re very loud and their cries could be heard throughout the area. The males are the beauties of course and when they spread their tail feathers out in full array, they are astonishing to behold. Colors of iridescent green, turquoise, dark and light blues, browns and yellows add up to a brilliant display.
Later, after I had divorced, my youngest daughter and I shared an apartment not far from the wildlife preserve of my youth. And much to my surprise, I again had encounters with these astounding animals…even, on occasion, having to brake and wait as they crossed the road in front of my car. I’ve marveled at my association with these birds throughout the years and somehow feel some sort of synchronicity in it all.
an air of sameness
blows gently through the orange grove
birds and human dance
Victoria is our Poetics host over at dVerse and asks us to write on the topic of feathers. Head over there to read her full presentation and to add your link!