Tuesday, September 27, 2016


Peacock on a carport roof.

I really want peacocks of my very own now.

And a huge property filled with gardens for then to roam around in.
And lamas.
And ducks.
And chickens.
And maybe a pony, but instead maybe just a large dog, like an irish wolfhound or some thing.

I like irish wolfhounds.

 One of my eldest sister's neighbour's dogs appears to have enough wolfhound in him to make him look like a werewolf.  Am totally going to try and take a photo of him tomorrow.


  1. A friend had peacocks. Goodness their voices are loud. And unpleasant. Beautiful things though. She called her peacock Andrew, and named the peahens after 'our' Andrew's successive wives.

    1. Hahahaha. Thank you my morning belly laugh accomplised.