As I left school today I slipped and fell in the mud. I hosed myself down and came home squishy wet, but I figured squishy wet would be easier on my upholstery (I had a picnic blanket) then red-clay mud. Needless to say, I was feeling sorry for myself. I opted out of a planned stop at the grocery store, and decided not to stop at the mailbox, either. The fella up above changed my mind. He was sitting on the pool fence across from the mail kiosk.
I slammed on my brakes and grabbed my camera — right there, stopped dead, in the middle of the road. I snapped a half-dozen pics. A car approached. I had to move. No choice. The opportunity of a lifetime thwarted by some fool who wanted to drive on the road. Some people are so nervy!
(Look closely at the photo above. See the drop of water hanging from the peacock’s beak?)
I hurriedly parked my car in a space beside the mail kiosk, and bailed out to discover — the peacock still preening. A light rain was falling and it was obvious that he was engaged in grooming. In fact, he was so engaged he let me get closer than I would have dared hope! (Don’t tell O’Ceallaigh. He keeps insisting that they are wild animals and that I need to be careful.)
When the peacock did notice my presence, he favored me with his mating call and fluffed a bit. He stayed and posed and postured through 351 photos. I have no idea how many shots my media card will hold, but I do know that is the greatest amount of photos I’ve ever taken in one session. Because my camera is a cheap point and shoot, because it was a gray rainy day, because the peacock was never still, most of the photos did not come out well. I got these, and one spectacular photo I am entering in a photo competition. I don’t expect to win, but I was promised a critique by pros. Right now that’s more valuable to me than the prizes anyway.