April's walking journal is a bit early but I couldn't wait to share these images. We're nearing the five-year mark of cohabiting with peacocks in semi-rural Florida and Sunday for the first time, we were camera ready when we happened upon a peacock practicing his courtship dance. Even better . . . it's my favorite male, with the pumpkin-colored underfeathers. He deserves a princely name, don't you think? Suggestions anyone? Look at the courtyard he chose for his performance, as if he knew those arches mimic his tailspread.
Here's a short video of the peacock waltz my husband shot on our still camera. It doesn't do the moment justice. At one point the sun shot through the feathers, tinting the quills copper. Took my breath away.
Farther along, we spotted these peahens emerging from the woods. Last year we saw some white speckled hens but we've never seen this almost entirely white one. The hen with her has the gold underside of my favorite male. I wonder if they're siblings. The smaller black and white bird is a curious duck.
Last week, we heard a thump on the door and opened it to see this turtle. I think he was knocking to ask permission to pass through. He isn't the first to end up on our doorstep so I suspect this is an ancient turtle path to the creek or a pond. My husband thinks they just get sidetracked but I like my story better.
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