Earlier this month I mentioned in a post on solastalgia how sad I was that the peahen living at the top of a giant fir tree in the neighborhood seemed to have gone missing during the cold, windy days of winter.
So imagine my delight when I headed out for a walk to my local library yesterday and spotted her pecking through a neighbor’s yard. In the nearby bushes a gray cat watched from a safe distance.
Then I noticed the peahen seemed to have grown quite a bit bigger, and was rather more iridescent than she used to be. Have I been wrong all along to call her a peahen? Was she actually a young peacock, and now here
she he was all grown up? Or was this a new addition to our neighborhood wildlife?
There was a noise behind me, and I turned to see the driver of an Animal Control truck watching too, marking something down on a clipboard.
I continued on to the library. I didn’t want to witness what might happen next. I hope to see our peacock again soon, but I’m not holding my breath.
If the weather doesn’t give us cataclysm, our childish fear of nature will.