It's a fairly miserable Spring day here in the hills, 14 degrees in the city so about 11 or 12 here. It's been hailing on and off for hours
We are hanging out inside, putting new things on Georgie Love, playing around and eating all the toys, trying to prevent the baby from roughing up Georgie dog or destroying DrMr's books.
I went outside to put some rubbish in the recycling bin, and there in the drive way is a peacock. A PEACOCK. What?
He was fairly spectacular.
Hello Giant Blue Birdy (Bec, it was probably lucky you didn't visit today!)
He visited for a while and then wandered off. Are peacocks lucky? I am going to assume yes. A random peacock in your yard is a lucky sign.