“Peacocks? In OUR burb? You’re kidding me, right? No? And why exactly is there no telephoto lens screwed onto my camera then?”, were some of the questions I popped after my guy rushed upstairs to the bathroom—where I was soaking in a hot tub—to tell me about the two peacocks that had landed on the rooftop of the house across the street.
Suffice to say I sent him back. With telephoto lens.
I mean, c’mon; I taught him better than that. I can’t do everything. Taking a bath is hard work. All the getting up and down, reaching for shampoo, blowing bubbles in the foam and shuttling water back and forth.
But I couldn’t miss the peacocks.
The moral of the story? Don’t take baths. You’ll miss out on beautiful and almost mythical creatures landing on rooftops. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.