So Charlie says, “Hey! Come here and look at this! There’s a big wild turkey at the edge of the driveway!”
Okay, we live in the country, and we’ve seen quite a few flocks of wild turkey, but it’s always a treat, so #4 Daughter, who was visiting, and I hustled into the front room to look.
CHARLIE: He’s a big one, isn’t he?
ME: He sure is.
CHARLIE: And there’s only one. We usually see them in flocks.
ME: Maybe he’s a loner. A rogue.
#4: Is he wearing a black leather jacket? Any tattoos?
CHARLIE: He’s a fat one, isn’t he?
Meanwhile, the bird comes closer, foraging all the way.
Totally other than a wild turkey.
ME: I believe it’s a peahen!
And, friends, that’s what it was. Like a peacock, but the female of the species. They’re called peahens, as ghu is my witness!
We don’t know of anybody around here who keeps peafowl, but here she was. Now, I ask you: How cool was that? Pretty freakin’ cool, that’s how!
I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies with a photograph of something else just barely outside my house.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character sees something unexpected out the window.
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