Chickens, meet Peacock

News got out yesterday about a pet peacock running lose in the village. His name is Michael and he likes chickens and peanuts. So was it any wonder what came walking up our drive...

And through our gate...

And down the path...

 to meet our chickens.

Chickens, not understanding that Michael the peacock likes chickens as FRIENDS and not DINNER, immediately began their defensive cry they usually use to ward off crows to see how it would work on a peacock...

Michael, sensitive to the misunderstanding, took perch on the fence to mope...

but was startled off by the well meaning farmer man on his grass cutting machine.

Chickens can now rest easy...

And Michael continues his hunt for friends.

(We have spoken with Michaels owner and we are hopeful he makes his way home. But SHOULD WE CATCH HIM (? uh, yeah right) we should return him to her)

ALSO, 8 more sleeps til Howdy gets here! He is a labrador and will be 8 weeks old when we bring him home. I AM DYING I am so excited! We got his cage (to sleep in!) today and I have been reading up on how to train etc. Martin is suppose to be reading the same book I am so when I tell him to do things he will know why, but so far he hasn't and this has already led to "discussions". However, I am someone who functions well with rules, where as Martin kind of thinks training a puppy doesn't need real structure, that it will somehow, magically, work itself out. In this case, structure will prevail, I don't want a naughty dog!