When I was younger growing up on my parents farm, my life was filled with chores. I would feed and water the chickens, milk the cows and put salt blocks out for the small buffalo herd that my father had decided to raise. Needless to say fence work and garden work went along with the daily life.
One day a peacock decided to move in with the chickens and my father decided that we should keep it and try to see if someone lost it. After six months and no takers father said that he guessed that we should get a female peacock and see if we could start a flock.
The only problem that we had, was that the peacock (We named him Earl) liked chickens and almost anything that he saw moving in the yard. Cats, dogs people. Earl did not care! He would try to mount anything except the female peacock.
One spring morning I was helping my mother plant squash in the garden when Earl was out wondering around the chicken pen when he saw me. By Earls reasoning I must have looked like I was ready to mate, But Earl knew from past attempts that these strange creatures that gave him food and water every morning did not like his loving attempts to create little Earls.
Earl had leaned to be sneaky, Earl had learned to be quiet. Earl had leaned that if he wanted go give some loving he had to approach from behind.
I was bent over placing seeds in the dirt when I heard the slight rustle of feathers and I knew that it was to late,
Earl jumped on my back and tried to make his dreams come true. I rolled on the ground and threw Earl from my back. Earl then stood there looking at me with a strange look on his face. It was almost like he shocked that again I would not accept his loving advances.
Wile Earl was still standing in the garden still in a shock when I decided that I had enough. I charged Earl and with all my 8 year bodies might i punted Earl. He flew well over five feet into the air.
I have punted a peacock, have you?
One day a peacock decided to move in with the chickens and my father decided that we should keep it and try to see if someone lost it. After six months and no takers father said that he guessed that we should get a female peacock and see if we could start a flock.
The only problem that we had, was that the peacock (We named him Earl) liked chickens and almost anything that he saw moving in the yard. Cats, dogs people. Earl did not care! He would try to mount anything except the female peacock.
One spring morning I was helping my mother plant squash in the garden when Earl was out wondering around the chicken pen when he saw me. By Earls reasoning I must have looked like I was ready to mate, But Earl knew from past attempts that these strange creatures that gave him food and water every morning did not like his loving attempts to create little Earls.
Earl had leaned to be sneaky, Earl had learned to be quiet. Earl had leaned that if he wanted go give some loving he had to approach from behind.
I was bent over placing seeds in the dirt when I heard the slight rustle of feathers and I knew that it was to late,
Earl jumped on my back and tried to make his dreams come true. I rolled on the ground and threw Earl from my back. Earl then stood there looking at me with a strange look on his face. It was almost like he shocked that again I would not accept his loving advances.
Wile Earl was still standing in the garden still in a shock when I decided that I had enough. I charged Earl and with all my 8 year bodies might i punted Earl. He flew well over five feet into the air.
I have punted a peacock, have you?
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