Last week I was running through my parents subdivision in the heat and humidity of the Florida sun. It was my first run through the neighborhood, and I was not quite acclimated to life-sucking heat and humidity here. So on the way back I was feeling a little woozy and dehydrated.
It was then I saw what I believed to be a female peacock…just walking down the road right past me. I slowed, turned, and watched baffled as it waddled into someone’s front lawn. A peacock?!? I thought I’d better get home quick. No telling what I’ll see next. So I turned around to see what I was sure to be a male peacock following the path of his little girlfriend.
Still not quite sure if I was haluccinating or not, I quickly ran the rest of the way home. Later I asked my mom about it and she assured me that there was a whole ostentation of them living out in the back of the neighborhood. Yep, ostentation. That’s what a group of peacocks is called. You could also say muster. A muster of peacocks. I think I prefer ostentation…it makes you sound smarter.
The next morning I saw about 10 of them roaming around. For a big bird, they sure scare easily.