An Interactive Twilight Experience.
If you google "snowflakes" this is the image you will see.
It is surely a thing of beauty and no two are the same as discovered by Wilson Bently in the 1800's, he loved winter and snowflakes so much so, that he took pictures of snowflakes under his microscope and made this remarkable discovery.
So as I said, "If you google "snowflake" images" that is what you will see. However, if I mention the word "Snowflake" plural.... that is not what comes to my mind. Instead I have to contend with this...
*sighs* You may be scratching your head by now and truly wondering what all the fuss is about, but you have no idea what it is like living with "him". And by the way this is what he first looked like when he came to us.
I am talking of course about "Snowflake" (named by Kika)... our original Denali peacock resident.
Once upon a lovely Spring morning around 5 years ago now, I heard this little noise coming from the garden (my garden) and although naturally frightened of me, he stayed close to the wall and hid amongst my beloved Daisies. With a raise of my eyebrow and a resigned sigh, I informed him of the garden rules and wished him good luck. Honestly though? I didn't think he would last the week. Imagine my surprise then, when two days later... I witnessed him fly from a lower branch of the Fir tree straight into my Daisy garden. After recovering from the shock of this incident, I immediately googled this scrappy little ball of feathers and made my own discovery. We had been termporarily or permanently (I wasn't sure yet) adopted by a Peacock! I also learned that he could live up to twenty years and I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that at the time either. I would discover soon enough though.
He has only recently been named as I mentioned earlier, so for the first five years of his life... I simply referred to him as "The Feathered Fiend". He has destroyed more gardens than I care to mention and now that he has been joined by his co-conspirator "George" (a present from Liam, Siohban & Maggie) the evil torment they inflict upon my garden knows no bounds. Tanya and Katie of course have always defended "him" and now "them", so I fear I have another fifteen years to wait before I can once again look upon my beloved Daisy garden and call it beautiful.
Who would have thought, looking into those semi cute little beady black eyes, that he would later turn into the feathered fiend, daisy crushing, garden stomping and destroying monster he is today.
If I had known then, what I know now... I would have sent "him" to live with my loving Irish friends.