I AM Legend

The Sound of Peacocks

I had just left The Dane’s apartment coming to my new home when I was stopped at a road block.

The officer told me that there had been a break-in nearby and I would need to “go around.”  As this was very near my new home, I was spooked.

The Dane and I had only just wrapped up a wonderful date of a home cooked meal (he cooked) that we ate cuddled on his sofa as we watched the movie, “I Am Legend.” 

Now, at times, I will tell you that I am a horror movie fan.  In some cases a movie horror buff.  Instead of keeping up who wins an Oscar, I prefer to keep up with who won the Saturn Award (see the 2017 nominations here).  But sometimes I’ll tell you that horror movies scare the crap out of me!

I Am Legend frightened me.  By the time I got to the cop, I was having cold sweats thinking about ‘hive scene.’  Adding thoughts of someone lurking out in the woods around me wasn’t doing anything to help me when I arrived at my home to spend the night for the first time.  Yeah, I know, I would’ve called The Dane and he would have come to my rescue, but our relationship was new enough that I didn’t want to go all wimpy staying alone in my house for the first time.  His image of me was one of a real badass. 

As I got out of my car that night, I heard and felt something huge whoosh nearby.  Nervously, I laughed to myself that I was now beginning to image things and I had a nice long talk with myself.  The inner tongue lashing did the trick and I popped the trunk to pull out the last of my things from my old apartment.  Maneuvering things around a little, I managed to get all of the stuff that I needed in the scoop of my left arm.  I did some sort of weird twisting thing to get the car keys in my teeth as I used my free hand to close the trunk. 

When the lights from the trunk faded and my eyes adjusted to the soft moonlight, I had time enough to think about what a pleasant evening it was before making my way to the front door where I balanced my load on my hip and jammed the key into the lock and pushed the door open.

Stepping over the threshold, I thought about how the house faintly smelled of sugar cookies and lemon Pine-sol.  Suddenly, my thoughts turned to my new life and the hive and the cops fell from my conscious mind.  I felt an inner smile on my face as I made my way through the house, unpacking things as I went.  (Toothbrush and toothbrush holder next to sink – check.) 

After everything was in place and I’d gotten ready for bed, I decided to walk outside and see if there was still a breeze.   There was and it was delicious.  I stood there for several moments just enjoying the warm breeze combing through my hair.

Again, I felt a big whoosh nearby.  I could tell that there was something big ‘out there’.  As soon as the whooshing stopped, the loudest, most disturbing sound I had ever heard reverberated.  It felt like the sound traveled up my spine and into my brain.  Suddenly scared beyond belief, all I could think about was the hive from I Am Legend.  When I could gather my wits about me, I flew into the house, locked the door and piled every stick of furniture I owned in front of it.  I went to my bedroom (still determined not to call The Dane), locked the door and didn’t sleep a wink all night.

The next day, I repacked all the most needed things I owned and headed back to my apartment.  I stayed there for week.

Finally, I got up enough nerve to come back to the house.  It was still light enough outside that I could make my way into the house.  Just as I stepped up to the door, I heard the whooshing sound and turned around quickly.  That was the first time I’d ever seen a real Peacock in my life.  As soon as he landed, he began to ‘scream.’  Inside, I had two emotions conflicting with each other – the feeling of incredible wonder at the beauty of this bird and the feeling of being a complete idiot for being too scared to stay in my own house.

In my defense, Peacocks are LOUD.  I mean LOUD.  Just one of them can sound like several cats fighting all at once.  And cats is the closest thing I can think to describe how they sound.  Unless, of course, you’ve seen I am Legend and know how that hive thing sounds.  If you have, then in that case, like that.  That hive thing, which I read somewhere was actually several different animal sounds layered on top of each other.  (I think it was just a bunch of peacocks.)

All these many years later, we have begun to feel our own rhythm with those of our Peacocks (there are now five of them).  If I don’t hear them screaming, I go check to be sure they are ok.  Now I think it would be weird to live without them.

Today, I thought I’d share some of our photos of Bangkok (he’s such a show-off).

In Christianity, Peacocks symbolize immortality and their feathers represent the all seeing eye of God.  When they spread their feathers, it is awe-inspiring and I can certainly see how the Ancients would think to call their feathers God’s eyes.  They are spectacular birds and I’m thankful to have them roosting here.

~PJ

Back and under feathers
Side view of their feathers

 

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