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shoutout to those random peacocks you find in places that are probably unsuitable for a peacock to inhabit in the first place

what the fuck kinds of lives are you guys leading. i’ve never seen a peacock in my life. where are u guys finding them.

Random neighborhoods in Florida

a gas station in morocco

middle of a busy road in england

middle of the woods in a rural town in Mississippi 

Irish farms??

Roof of a house in a tiny English village

Screaming their heads off in abandoned fuel stations in the back-blocks of the Rangitikei

with a group of pheasants in the woods in maryland

Strutting outside the window of an elementary school library in Texas.

Walking down the street of a California suburb on a hot summer afternoon like he owns the place

At a golf club in Long Island

At a strawberry festival in SoCal

Outside a café in Ayia Napa

Walking thru my neighborhood in nebraska

watching over fish near a pond in switzerland

walking around the zoo parking lot

on a car roof pulled over on the interstate on the way to Myrtle Beach

Friend’s neighbor’s yard in suburban Maryland

Stealing the dog food off our back porch in rural Oregon.

There’s a big house on a major road across from a college in Salt Lake. They must own peacocks because I somewhat regularly see them on the sidewalk in front of that property.

A cattle farm in rural Australia. 

In a buddy’s back yard fighting with a neighborhood cat in Arizona in the middle of fucking summer.

Walking through Lisbon Castle like a tourist.

Chastising its cat friend while strolling along a reforestation trail in northern Ontario, Canada.

Pub garden in England 

At the Los Angeles Zoo. He doesn’t belong to the zoo, he just walks around displaying his plumage and posing for pictures. Occasionally chases small children with snacks.

chasing childhood me in Stanley Park in Vancouver. probably because I had snacks.

A hotel lobby in central Mongolia

The Glendale, Arizona library

Chasing dudes down a country highway in Northwest Washington.

At a campsite in South Carolina

Buddhist temple in West Virginia

My backyard in michigan

My cow field s i t t i n g on a back of one chilling, North Carolina

standing right in the middle of the sidewalk in san diego, like he was waiting for me

a viking village in western norway

Casually strolling through an open-air Celtic Festival just outside of Las Vegas.

They wander around inner city Cincinnati. They escape the zoo, and the keepers have to go with nets and grab them on occasion.

The zoo has officially stopped supporting the population because there are too DAMN MANY of them. They reduced the flock from 40 to 6 in 2008. I think they have more now. 

They just LEAVE. 

Roosting in our barn in Ohio. Roosting in our trees, roosting in our pool shed, just hanging out on our back porch. Look we just had peafoul everywhere for something like four years, and we’ve no idea why.

A breeding pair or two must’ve made it across the river from Cincinnati because I’ve seen a few wandering around northern Kentucky

Grass farm in Texas

suburban roof in small-town Saskatchewan

Southwestern college back in Chula Vista when I was attending an child development conference. Went outside for some fresh air and there was a couple peacocks chilling in the middle of the quad at 6pm. Guess they had a conference too. 🤷🏾‍♂️

cow farm in rural southwest virginia. it’s a convenient street to cut through, but they used to charge at cars that went through too slowly so you kinda had to watch yourself–it was a delicate balance between being wary of not wanting to accidentally hit them as you went over a blind hill, and not wanting to be going slow enough to suddenly attract them to risk that happening anyway.

Gibsonton, Florida. aka Gibtown. aka the place where circus performers have, traditionally, lived when not touring.

(they seemed to belong to this REALLY LARGE FANCY HOUSE that was settled between two trailer parks)

Also the phoenix zoo.

A tiny diner in southwest Michigan

In the backyard of my childhood home in suburban SoCal when we first moved in; they disappeared and I don’t know why or to where.

Hanging out next to a dairy farm in Louisiana, just chilling on the fence and watching the cows.

Outside the window of a high class hotel in Texas

In a hedge maze in England.

Sahuaro Ranch Park, a public historical park where I got married

The terrace of a restaurant in Noord-Brabant, the Netherlands

At a metal festival in Germany.

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

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2/5/2018

What? Who wouldn’t want to be around a bird who put all their stat points into Has No Chill and Has Yes Volume? That’s clearly the best possible combination of traits in a neighbour! 🙂

The chickens care about Things I Can Eat and Things That Can Eat Me; the ducks add Things I Can Have Sex With to that list. Anything you don’t feed on, flee from, or fornicate with might as well not exist to them; they stop paying attention the instant they figure out none of the categories apply. They like humans, but it’s mostly because we give them hard boiled egg sometimes.

It’s not that the peacocks are smarter, but for some reason they care about things that don’t matter. Things they know don’t matter. If you’re out in the pasture and you move a shovel, the peacocks will notice and will come by and look at it in its new place. I’m pretty sure they know they can’t eat a shovel, they just want to know what’s up with it. It’s hilarious and endearing. They’ll put their heads right up next to it and inspect it like they’re looking for shovel contraband, then without moving their feet, they’ll snake their necks around to the back and inspect that side too.

All the things that are irrelevant backdrops to the ducks and chickens must be carefully inspected if you’re a peacock: fallen leaves, a pinecone someone kicked accidentally, boots if the shoelaces are tied differently than earlier, flowers that opened since yesterday, cats sleeping in the sun, hoofprints in muddy ground, tools, tree shadows on the walls of the chicken house, spiderwebs, lily pads, salamanders.They look at the tiny splashy waterfalls in the creek from all angles. I’m reasonably sure I’ve seen them stare at the moon.

I don’t know why they’re like that. However, since I also care about many nonsense things that don’t matter at all to my life, their eccentricity speaks to me. I’m quite fond of the Extra Fancy Weird Bird Squad.

I still want peacocks.

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Peacat 

a majestic hybrid between a cat and peacock and I scroll down just to see “peacat”

i will fight you

I want one!!!!!!

imagine it though

I’m reblogging this again to say this thing would be the dumbest asshole animal ever

exactly, that’s why it’s so great

oh my gosh. the cutest doofiest cryptid

@deadcatwithaflamethrower

strange bun/some extinct mythical creature from the oalc verse

I want one even though I know it would be one of the noiseiest motherfuckers ever.