Saturday, September 24, 2005

Unsettled Peacocks

"When raised on the game farm and are well settled,
many people find that peafowl don't stray far from home."
I have made the acquaintance of three neighbors today, thanks to our extra-social peacocks.

I began my hour-long stroll circling our pasture and creek, then headed down the road to the Coulsons, whom I thought had peacocks of their own. Nope, that would be Grandpa Coulson down the road. Off I go to his house. Grandpa Coulson wasn't home, but some other man was, who said that a Mr. Carlisle had ridden his lawnmower from down the road "a piece" to ask if the peacocks in his yard belonged to Grandpa Coulson. Assuming these were Armstrong peacocks, I ambled further down around the Wabaunsee triangle to the Carlisles. Sure enough, they were the two Armstrong peacocks and the peahen. After visiting w/ Mr. & Mrs. Carlisle and touring their apple orchard, the three of us commenced herding the peacocks down the highway back to our house. It was the Wabaunsee rush hour, which was due to the Annual Beecher Bible & Rifle Church (Google it) Annual Bake Sale.
Yep, Wabaunsee rivals Lake Wobegon...

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Things on my mind:

It's its.

Could have, should have, would have. Not of.

Eager, not anxious. Or anxious, not eager.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

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