It's 5am and it's not the sound of the roosters crowing that wake me up. It's the peacocks rolling down my roof above me. I have never figured out why they do that but it took me a few years to get used to the sound...something akin to a dead body being shoved off the peak of my roof and landing with a muffled thud in the garden below. The peacocks only make up a handful of the strange characters who have found their way to my little farm outside of Seattle....and they're not the only ones who keep me entertained.
Commentaires