I was reminded of this fact when I saw a heron on the side of the motorway today.
Herons share with peacocks the characteristics that I think forms the basis of my peacock fear - the beady eyes and tiny head in comparison body size. It is wrong. And the little head of the peacock with the black beady eyes flits around in an unpredictable, angular manner. And as if one pair of beady eyes isn't enough, it can open its tail and stare at you with ten more pairs of black eyes.
It looks like it is thinking sly thoughts too. It looks like a crafty, evil bird with its pea-head and tiny brain. I don't like it at all at all.
Look at it....
How scared would you be if you woke up to find that peering down at you one night???
Oh evil, unnatural bird, begone with you.
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It is Hera's bird though and beautiful with it. Quite tasty in parts too.
Hera was never an especially wise goddess though was she?
Some interesting nuggests on Hera here. Like the honeymoon myth especially - what a woman!
Basic Story:Zeus was the brother of Hera, who fell in love with him from the first moment she saw him, and eventually got a love charm from Aphrodite to seal the deal. She is very relationship-oriented and spends much of her time driving off Zeus's innumerable nymphs, mistresses, and other dalliances. She also sometimes torments the offspring of those unions, especially Hercules. To her credit, she's gorgeous and kept Zeus busy on his honeymoon for three hundred years, so she rightfully wonders why on earth he needs to go anywhere else. When she's really fed up, she wanders off by herself, always hoping Zeus will miss her and seek her, always eventually relenting and returning without being so sought.
Interesting Fact:Hera is said to restore her virginity each year by bathing in Kanathos, a sacred spring. One tale suggests Hera used magic to force Zeus into marrying her in a secret ceremony. Given some of Zeus's later behavior, perhaps it was a secret even from him. Other tales have Zeus seducing her, in the form of a damp cuckoo bird seeking refuge in her lap during a storm.
Please remove the picture of the peacock to prevent the ensuing nightmares.
My diagnosis for anyone who has seen this obscenity is to do a google image search for some lion cubs and stare at them for an hour to ensure you have an easy nights sleep.
Representative of the anti-peacock brethren.
I am FASCINATED and love the name.
Please reveal your true self or tell me more of your woes and fears.
My fears are that I shall live a life unfulfilled, that I shall not leave a mark or better this dark world in some way before my departure.
I fear dying with the sound of a peacock in the distance, I fear for the environment, for the animals and for devastation that religion brings to our little planet.
I am tormented by the knowledge I wish to acquire, the limitations of my brain and the time available in this short life to acquire it.
I ache to be talented or gifted. I wish to be extraordinary yet I am indistinguishable, I wish to be articulate yet I am muddled. I long to be progressive yet find I am mainstream. These are my fears, these are my woes.
What of yours girl uninterrupted?
Your fears mirror mine very closely. Why, it is almost as if we were born in the same womb.
I too fear a life unfulfilled.
I fear I shall never find my one true love and soulmate who I will spend the rest of my life with.
I fear that death will be nothingness.
I fear I am a fraud - people think I have some kind of brains but actually I don't - I am just good at sounding like I do.
I fear I will not have the courage to pursue my dreams in life.
I fear this world will not survive for more than two centuries.
I fear that I expect too much from life and am destined to be continually disappointed.
I fear I will die leaving no mark on the world and nothing to signal that I once was here.
I could go on but I think that is eough for now.
I feel an odd connection with you also girl uninterrupted.
Pray, tell me of your joys - what causes fleeting merriment in your soul?
FLEETING merriment?
I would hope for a more sustainable form of joy than one that is fleeting, however, I will defer to your preference and reveal the sources of temporary joy in my soul.
Drinking cups of tea in a china tea cup and saucer with my little finger sticking out away from the rest of my hand.
Cuddling a warm kitten/Mr Darcy/Padme.
Eating my mother's desserts.
Saying 'Baby Day-vid'
Saying 'Mrs Stirzaker' and waving at her.
Whizzzztling.
Newly applied makeup.
Singing with my sisters.
Making someone laugh.
And of you, my Lady.
Speak to me of your passing joys.
How uncanny that I share the same delights as you. On top of this I would add:
my grandmas ginger sponge and custard (impossible dream now)
getting in to bed with crisp fresh ironed sheets
saying Saint Agur whilst licking my tongue around my mouth
licking the left of my toplip whilst staring vacantly in to space
singing songs from musicals/making my own songs up/conversing in the style of a musical
eating gofres with hot chocolate sauce
random acts of kindness that surprise and delight others
wearing an outfit that I feel is co-ordinated, stylish and yet individual
getting the giggles about stupid random stuff
being told I'm witty for saying something normal
learning new recipes like red wine + white wine mixed in a bedroom = rose
listening to my family laugh
watching people laugh at davids jokes in the theatre
tell me of things that confuse or baffle you
Of things that confuse or baffle me?
The genetic history of my breasts.
The brevity of the life of a heel.
Mathematics.
That men possibly think a 'one-liner' will ever get them anywhere.
The foundation makeup counter women apply to themselves.
Sexism, racism, homophobia.
Poaching (wild animals not eggs)
Pork scratchings.
APB - the things that confuse and baffle you?
Are you perhappen confused by why white wine and red wine when mixed together in the privacy of a wardrobe do not make rose?
this does indeed confuse me as do the following
where to live
people that speak in tongues
car park and par cark
Why people say this will do something when they have no intention of doing it
Maps
Men that wear white socks
Socks in sandals
Politicians
Bus route maps
why your blog doesn't sometime want to publish my comments
I love car park and par cark.
What about Mully and Sculder and Scully and Mulder????
Oh smilly me.
I know this blog is quite old now, but there might just be another person like me who searches google and finds it.
I have a peacock phobia. I haven't met/spoken to anyone yet who takes it seriously when I tell them.
It's the feathers. They eyes. The way the feathers tower up high and then fall foward. The eyes. The quick jerky way the bird moves forward. The eyes. The high pitch screech. The eyes. The fact that sometimes you can hear them but not see them because they are high up in a tree somewhere.
I can't look at an image of a peacock without feeling panicked, shuddering and jumping back in fright. I don't find them attractive or beautiful at all... just scary!
I have had dreams where i have found myself in a room full of peacock feathers, and I've had to find a way out.
Hmm.. well anyone want to chat about it. Leave a comment here :)
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