I was recently visiting Debra and (of course) photographing the peacocks. I watched Big Bird for awhile as he was making his way up a large tree.

When he was sitting still on a branch, I got a nice shot of him looking upward. I figured he was going to fly to the next branch soon, and I thought I would be ready.

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finally struts his stuff . . . ( * )

I went to visit my friend Debra recently and Big Bird, her biggest and oldest alpha male peacock was walking around tempting me to take his picture. BUT, as often as I have been to Debra's house, that peacock has never ever fanned out his feathers for me and this time was no different. Many times as soon as I would leave, Debra would call me on ( Read more... )

Recently I was at my friend Debra's house and she pointed out to me the new feathers coming in on one of her young male peacocks. I guess I'd never thought about how those beautiful, gorgeous feathers grow, but that fluff of white there on the back are the beginning of new feathers starting to form. In the cropped close up, you can see better where ( Read more... )

Remember I said I was going to Debra’s the other day to watch her throw at the wheel and photograph the peacocks. Well, while I was there Big Bird (that's what Debra calls him), the alpha male, would not stay away from my car. He saw his reflection and was rubbing, kissing, stretching his feet up on it. He made a royal dusty mess on both sides ( Read more... )

Dinner is over and everyone's gone home. The lasagna was so good, one of the best I've ever made, I think. There's plenty leftover for tomorrow night. We were a small group, but the six of us had a great time talking and laughing about things ( Read more... )

I was looking through some old files, and I found some pictures I had taken last year at the Red Barn Flea Market. I had seen peacocks only one other time, actually up in Pennsylvania, but they were at quite a distance, so I had never seen them like this, up close and personal ( Read more... )

I have quite a large collection of peacock feathers, all gathered from a farm on a hill in Pennsylvania that Pete's uncle used to own. Dozens of peacocks roamed freely there for years. I have them in my living room in a tall vase on the floor, and just now, this morning, this very moment almost, it has dawned on me to take pictures of them. The ( Read more... )