I went to several cemeteries with my mom and two of my sisters today to place wreaths and flowers. What is normally a very somber and sad occasion turned into a zoo. Literally. Explain.
Ok, so all of these cemeteries are out in the country of course. On the way to one I spotted what I thought was a turkey coming onto the road, so I slowed down. Then came another one. As they emerged I saw that they were in fact peacocks- not turkeys! And would you believe there were 5 of them?? (I thought not, so I attatched a pic I took from my cell phone- disbeliever.) One by one they popped out of the woods an onto the road. So I started making bird noises- I'm really good, just ask my hubby who begs me to go turkey hunting with him so I can call 'em in. (Ain't happenin' Tommyboy.) All five of them came right up to my car but then I remembered that peacocks SCREAM like maniacs and are actually quite mean so I took off like a bat outta hell after getting the pic.
Our last destination was Prospect cemetery. This is where Granma Joyce and Grandpa Virgil, Aunt Char and the rest of mom's family is buried. It's always so nice and peaceful and there were lots of other people there today doing the same thing we were doing. So we're just walking along, all serious and grim and out of nowhere comes this herd of goats! Like 20 of them! Just racing through the cemetery aimlessly. I took off to get my cell phone from my car but they turned ran the other direction, so by the time I got back they were gone.
Seriously? Does this kind of stuff happen to other people or is it just me? It's like everywhere I go, something strange is going to transpire. Aby called me the Peacock Whisperer. LOL
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