
When I was a little girl growing up in Myakka City, FL, there was a neighbor just down the road who raised peacocks. These creatures are surprisingly loud and when the wind was just right, our yard would be filled with their haunting cries. I would sometimes take the back pastures over to their farm. I had to go through a handful of barbed wire fences which is something I became an expert at. I would greet the cows being careful not to irritate any of the bulls. I would inevitably pick some wild flowers, but it was the sight of of those brilliant feathers I was after. The males with their jewel colored plumes always mesmerized me. Once in awhile I would get lucky and one of the fowl would have strayed close to the fence and lost a feather. This was the grand prize!
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