I have very specific foot instructions. I am only allowed not to wear the surgical shoe in the shower and in bed. They even suggested it might be a good idea to wear the shoe to bed in case I had to go to the bathroom in the night. I wouldn’t forget to put it on that way. Well, every night (I’m getting older) I go to the bathroom and remember to take the shoe off the pillow beside me and put it on. No problems. Until this morning.
Shortly after the sun came up, I was woke by the sound of a peacock crying its alarm right outside my window. In a panic, I was on my feet and had taken the two steps to the window to check it out before I was actually awake. When I saw a young male instead of all my birds loose and being eaten by predators, I turned back to bed. Then it hit me. I wasn’t wearing the shoe. It hurts.
Darn visitor. I’m sure he came from my neighbor. I’ve had them come here before. The older dominant male chases the young ones off. You can tell he’s a young one because, even though he has his bright neck colors, he still doesn’t have a tail. He’ll get a short one his second year, and longer the next year, but it takes until they are about four-years-old before they grow a full tail.
By the time I got up, he’d found my peafowl in their pen. This poor guy is lonely and wants company.
My male is already pacing inside the pen, ready to defend his girls if he has to.
He’s crying a warning to the young interloper. He’d better not come any closer.
Poor guy. He’s welcome to stay here outside the pen, but he really wouldn’t want to go inside.
Someone’s keeping an eye on him.
If only he hadn’t come with such a loud cry, I wouldn’t have jumped out of bed. Now, I’m kicking myself. No. That would hurt my toe too.