Actually it’s just one prize, but holy moly!
Win the legendary Peacock Throne of Persia! I mean, if these delicate negotiations go just right. You never know when those guys are gonna back out of a deal.
But first somebody has to post Comment No. 96,000 on this blog, and then we’ll see about prizes. Just imagine, though–you’ve got the Peacock Throne! Set it up in your yard and watch people bow down as they pass: they won’t be able to help themselves.
Our you could win an autographed copy of one of my books (your choice), or a cool T-shirt that says “If they have to kill us, they’ve lost.”
Sorry, we are not offering live peacocks. The neighbors complain about live peacocks.
The neighbors would not complain about live peacocks here. It would fit right in with the turkeys, chickens, and ducks that live next door. I am not kidding about those foul, there really are those birds right next door. It’s like living in the middle of a farm.
At times it almost drives me nuts…roasters crowing at all hours of the day and night…untill I start singing Old McDonald had a farm, and on this farm he had some…
When I was a boy, a lot of people in this town used to keep chickens or geese. It’s too bad we didn’t get around to peacocks.
Peacocks make surprisingly awful noises! I remember attending a dinner on the grounds of a castle-turned-military academy, in Victoria, BC. Many years ago, someone had “pet” peacocks that escaped, and their descendants continued to live wild on the grounds of this property. It was such a wonderful surprise to see them – and a not so wonderful surprise when they started squawking! 😄😄
Yep, they’re pretty loud.
I hope no one here gets the idea to keep peacocks…
How about peacocks’ feathers for the prize as a bookmark to read Bell Mountain books?
They’re hard to get, around here.
I grew up near a peacock farm. Those birds used to escape pretty often onto the public roads and cars would stop to watch when they were displaying their feathers.
I once visited a Boston neighborhood where someone had peacocks. Other than that, it was a very quiet neighborhood. But there was something haunting about those peacock cries.