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It’s Mating Season…

Proud peacocks

”Don’t look! Just don’t even give that proud, shameless peacock a chance to flutter his feathers and show off some more.” Rita cautioned herself.

He is just making an ass of himself, prancing around for all the younger hair-brained peahens that go cooing all over him.” She grumbled.

Marcel was a true debonair of a peacock.

He knew how to strut and display his stuff.

The dating and mating season was fast approaching and he just has to attract the best of the peafowls as much as he could.

”What’s with Rita and her forbidding looks?” He clucked to himself.

”She is just being a goose and giving me the bad eye.” He muttered as he admired his brilliant feathers.

”I better get away from her sight to more appreciating admirers”, he trots off in the direction of the clucking, cackling and sighing impressionable peahens.

and still Rita followed from a distant pace, her disdain dripping from every not so bright feather.

Β© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha


In response to the FFfAW photo prompt above. Thank you Sonya for the photo and Priceless Joy for this challenge platform.



16 thoughts on “It’s Mating Season…

  1. The couple who live next to my pub have peacocks, including a white one. It is a loud affair in mating season as there no Peahens around so the poor old boys display themselves for no reason. Still they make good photo opportunities, one of the little buggers got into the pub last week.

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