Now that King peacock has shed all of his tail feathers he has become much less confident and, instead of being somewhat aloof, he follows me around constantly in a needy sort of way, and hangs around the back door. King doesn’t realise, of course, that those tail feather will grow back in a few months. This is what he looks like now:
Husband and I had to endure an appointment with a new Parkinson’s specialist today which took nearly four hours (because it included multiple assessments via a physiotherapist, occupational therapist, speech therapist and nurse). By the time it was nearly over and we had finally seen the specialist, Husband was exhausted, so when he was asked one of the ‘trick’ questions to test his memory, i.e. “What country do you live in?” Husband said, cupping his chin in the palm of his hand, “I don’t think I know that.” The specialist then made a note.
A bit later, in the car, I asked Husband nervously, “What country do you live in?” and he said, “Australia, of course; is there something wrong with you?”
This is what King peacock looked like way back then….



Sending a hug. —> (O)
~ Lynda
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Hang on to your peacock and remember him in all his splendor!
Great message~ Sending you all kinds of positive energy…
Thanks Susie!
Fours hours is such a long time for an assessment – hope the specialist took that into account. I think anyone would be fatigued after that (let alone someone as ill as your Husband).
I didn’t know male Peacocks lost all their feathers til I read your Blog. It’s good to learn more about your birds.
Yes, I’m glad it’s today and not yesterday!
Those intensive assessments are exhausting. I hope they are able to help your husband. Poor King. Isn’t it interesting how like us he is…when we look miserable we feel miserable and vice versa.
The assessments were pretty much a waste of time as no new meds were recommended. I am trying to ease Husband into the idea of permanent care as the place is nice…. not easy.
i really do enjoy reading your posts . . . and i have no affection for birds at all . . .
Why not get a canary – hehe!