Last Saturday morning I stopped by my friend Doug’s house to borrow a waffle iron. Parking on the second floor of the car park, I looked past the edge of the building and was startled to see a peacock.
Approaching slowly so as not to startle it, I discovered that there was a corrugated roof covering the parking spaces on the ground floor. Strutting on this roof, pecking at the debris that had fallen from the adjacent trees, was this beautiful peacock.
I watched for a few minutes, transfixed by its beauty and curious as to where the bird had come from.