Bonny and Clyde, the famed Peafowl of our Peacock summer, are on the lam again.
We got a call from their persevering owner to let us know that they've beat a hasty retreat from his place up the road.
Silly, Pea-Brained critters.
I must confess that I've been compulsively looking outside every time I pass a window in hopes that they've wandered back here. They should be easier to catch, now that their wings have been clipped and they can't fly away; unfortunately, their non-flying status also means they're not safely up in the tree tops at night, making them vulnerable to coyotes and cougars. This is also not the time of year to be walking, if you're a pheasant looking bird; grain and gravel trucks are continually streaming past on the highway, and the fields are full of combines and hay bailers.
I hope they turn up soon.
Silly, silly birds.