Kelli is hosting her weekly Show and Tell again this week. Click on over and join in on the fun!
For Show & Tell this week, I thought I would show you our friendly neighborhood peacock! Isn't he/she a beauty?
One day last year, I heard a strange sound coming from our back patio. It sounded as though someone was scratching at our sliding glass doors! I opened the blinds and much to my amazement, this beautiful peacock was there staring at me. I called Agustin and Shane to come take a look.
I said, "Let's feed it so it will come back another day!" "What can we feed it?"
Agustin suggested a corn tortilla since birds like grains. He ran and got one, then proceeded to tear it into small pieces. The peacock actually ate some of it! And I'm happy to say that Mr./Mrs. Peacock has visited us many times since then. Nobody seems to know who owns this beautiful bird, but it is always a pleasant surprise to find it tolling around in our neighborhood, especially our backyard!
Now I'm changing gears a bit!
Sunday after church, I'll be leaving town for a week's vacation in Pompano Beach. It is to be a GIRLIE vacation! No men allowed! My aunt has invited all of her sisters and nieces down to enjoy the amenities at her timeshare, and hopefully to enjoy each other. "Each other" will be my favorite part, but I may sneak in one of those Swedish Massages!
Anyway, I'm telling you all this to let you know that I probably won't be blogging during the next week unless I play a Susan, from over at Penless Writer, and sneak around at night to find a computer to post and blog on!! (Susan was up blogging in the middle of the night, in her hotel business center while on her vacation!) Love Ya' Susan!
Have a super weekend.
Lots of Love,
OKAY, not finished yet!
I thought I'd end this post with a joke. First, think about this. How will you be remembered by your hubby if you pass on first? *winks*
As with many funerals, it was a cloudy, rainy day. The deceased was a little old lady who had devoted her entire married life to fussing at her poor husband. When the graveside service had no more than terminated, there was a tremendous burst of thunder accompanied by a distant lightning bolt and more rumbling thunder. The little old man looked at the pastor and calmly said, 'Well, she's there.'