wings and things

Peacock poop

on December 4, 2015

I thought it was time for a light-hearted post so here goes.

Every morning I am woken up by a bang-crash sound from the back of the house. King Ken has never done this before but he is now attacking his reflection in the back veranda windows on a regular basis. He does this so ferociously that I’m a bit nervous he will actually break a window.

Here he is pretending innocence.


Now, apart from the alarming regularity of this banging and crashing, King Ken’s obsession with his own reflection also means that there is more than the usual amount of peacock poop waiting for me every morning outside the back door. Obviously I have to wait for this to dry before I can sweep it away because my new straw broom (which I can’t find anyway) doesn’t take kindly to wet peacock poop.

I like to tell Anthony about these mini-adventures and show him photos, but his verbal responses are now becoming few and far between. Our friend, N, another resident in the high care section, is also becoming less vocal although she still possesses a wonderful ability to laugh loudly. N’s daughter and I have become friends via our mutual concern for each other and our two loved ones.

Yesterday Ants couldn’t get any words out at all, no matter how much he tried, so I began to “interpret” what he was trying to say by suggesting possible topics from recent conversations. I didn’t always get it right but, when I did, he would sigh with relief (or maybe resignation) and give me a small smile. He was very sleepy and silent but not sad; he is never sad and this amazes me! I have never known anyone to be this resilient and content and this is a gift to me now because he has always had a rather calmingly buoyant effect on me.

I love metaphors and I was thinking that King Ken’s bang/crash might represent what used to be Anthony’s very healthy ego (still intact). But maybe King’s antics represent me versus the brick wall of acceptance.

As for the peacock poop, or any poop for that matter, it is its own metaphor and I just need to find my straw broom!

14 responses to “Peacock poop

  1. Anthony has a great attitude Julie, so inspiring. โค
    Diana xo

  2. Good luck finding your broom Jules ๐Ÿ˜€ Hugs xx

  3. lensgirl53 says:

    Smiling and also tearing up…..tonight as I read this I think the bird ___ is a fitting metaphor for my mood. I do hope you find your broom ๐Ÿ™‚ hugs.

  4. If you find an extra broom, pass it along. Life seems to be throwing a lot of that stuff around lately.

  5. susanpoozan says:

    Good luck with everything especially the broom.

  6. Get a shovel and fling that sh!t !!! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Your reflections and interactions with Anthony fill me up Julie.

  7. ksbeth says:

    i love the metaphor. isn’t it interesting that it’s hard to suppress a laugh in someone no matter how challenging their vocal skills become? it stands as a testament to the human spirit

  8. diannegray says:

    We used to have peacocks so I understand the poo problem ๐Ÿ˜‰ I hope you find your broom, Julie xxxx

  9. Barb says:

    When I first heard peacocks, about jumped out of my skin. My neighbors had them. Beautiful but loud. I never knew about the poo problem. Good luck.

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