Posh Peacock

Why, hello there, my dear PnFer! So happy to see you, are you here for the show? I put them on regularly, but for you, I can arrange a private showing. Just give me a moment to clear out some space, as I am sure you want to see the full effect of my plumage.

A few of my feathers got a little banged up in my flight over today ... what's that? You didn't know I could fly? Why, of course I can, I am a bird, you know. Where was I? Oh yes, my gorgeous plumes. Irridecent and spectacular, aren't they? Why, I have provided feathers for royalty, heads of state and others for quite some time. I just shed them out from time to time so they can then be turned into hats and jackets, why the use for these gems is only limited by your imagination!

Here I go, are you ready? Darling, you're making me blush with all that clapping, but please, don't stop!

Your pet becomes an expert at finding its own food!

Birdsong is as old as time. Birds sing to announce their ownership of territory, to find a mate, or just for the joy of living. Of course they all sing completely different tunes, but all birds understand the nuances of other bird’s songs, even though they may sound entirely different.

There is a natural order of things. Little tweeting birds hear one another in the hedges; hawks scream in the skies; blackbirds warble across the fields. And they ignore other species.

But when the wrens first saw a microphone and realised they could make themselves heard by everybird everywhere, that changed all the rules. Suddenly it wasn’t good enough to have just the right song for your environment; you had to scream just to be heard over the wrens!

Peace could only be achieved by giving everybird a microphone, but only in designated places. Then with everybird having an equal chance to be heard, competitive interspecies birdsong began. And the fields and skies went back to the natural order of things.

Favorite food:

Purple Sun Fruit

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