“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.

He came though for me though. Must give him that.

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.