On a recent preschool field trip, the peacocks reminded us how beautiful they really are.
When I was a girl, my uncle had peacocks at his house, and I remember hunting for the feathers. I had forgotten how enormous these birds look when their feathers are fully extended, and how blue they look. It took my breath away to watch it (while I also wondered why I decided not to take my zoom lens).
It was also interesting to watch the strength it took from these birds to keep the feathers in a fan when a breeze was blowing:
The poor guy had to work hard to keep them out of his face.
But here’s my question for you. Have you ever seen an albino peacock? If not, check this out.
Sorry about the view of the cage. Only one little spot was bent and would fit my lens in it, and this beauty was nowhere near that spot. I know that I’m a sucker for the color white, but this bird was stunning.
I was fascinated. All those feathers, and totally white.
I was really touched by the beauty and majesty of these birds. I remembered a favorite quote:
“Never lose an opportunity to see anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God’s handwriting, a wayside sacrament.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Glad I got to see the handwriting this morning; what a lovely signature.