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A. Catherine Noon: Peacocks
Friday, February 24th, 2017

I have a confession to make.  I adore peacocks.  I don’t mean just as images for art, I mean the bird itself.  I’ve spent many visits to our local Brookfield Zoo, following their flock of free-roaming peacocks around.  I’m not the only one; the birds are a popular attraction for the zoo.  So much so, that their zookeeper Jamie wrote about the birds here).

How is this relevant to me and my books?

Well, I like to write in many different places.  I use pictures for inspiration, and animals, and people.  And I got to thinking, when we buy our house (which is a project that is about as big as writing a book, isn’t it? Oi) I want to get some peacocks as pets.

That’s where I ran into my first snag.

“They sound like women screaming!” my husband said.

“But they’re pretty!”

“OOOO-oooo-OOHHHH!”

Very funny.

So I enlisted my coauthor, Rachel Wilder, in my quest to find myself a new pet.

“They sound like women screaming!” she told me.

Hmph.

So maybe I’ll content myself with looking for knitting patterns for shawls based on peacock tails (if you like textile arts, search Ravelry for that – you’ll get sucked in, fast).

But what about you, Dear Reader?  What’s one of your guilty pleasures that no one around you “gets”?

*Image used under Creative Commons license.  Accessed 02/18/2017 from the following link: https://pixabay.com/p-90051/?no_redirect

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3 comments to “A. Catherine Noon: Peacocks”

  1. Tamye Whitener
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    · February 24th, 2017 at 9:33 am · Link

    I don’t think I have a guilty pleasure that “no one” gets. But a lot of my family and friends don’t get my passions, and my need always be trying or learning new things. Except for my fiber buddies, they definitely don’t understand my need for new yarn, when I have tons. The same with books. I almost always get the same question.

    Why do you need another book? You have more than you’ll ever read. or Why do you need more yarn, you have more than you’ll ever use.

    My answer to both questions is basically the same.
    “I don’t have that one” 😛



  2. ButtonsMom2003
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    · February 24th, 2017 at 1:12 pm · Link

    Books are my passion but most of my friends don’t get why I spend so much time reading ARCs and writing reviews. And almost no one but my hubby knows that I love MM and menage stories because they just wouldn’t understand.



  3. Virginia E
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    · February 24th, 2017 at 9:01 pm · Link

    Nobody around here really gets my need to keep books for re-reading as needed. They can watch a movie ump-teen times, but even the readers don’t admit to re-reading.

    As far as the peafowl go, they don’t sound like women screaming, but they may get your neighbors screaming. You can train a dog to quit barking, but good luck on training the birds. It’s also not easy to get a peacock to back off when he has a plan. Years ago, I had to do primate observations at the San Diego Zoo for a physical anthropology class in college. Since the requirement included free admission to the zoo, I’d do my observations and go spend quality time with the Galapagos Tortoises. The peacocks at the zoo were free-range at the time and were shameless moochers. When I’d try to enjoy a bagel outside the tortoise paddock, I had a white peacock that would do anything to get at the bagel, including climbing into my lap. Shoving him out of my lap didn’t stop him. I finally had to resort to outsmarting him. I found a convenient bench at the reptile house. The birds avoided the snakes and it was amusing to watch the reactions of the tourists looking from me to the very large constrictor across the way.