I AM Legend
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.