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Because apparently me getting attacked by sticks isn't enough comedy, I told a tale from my childhood in the chat room today, and figured I'd post it here as well. Yes, I must be masochistic or something.
Way back when I was young and we still were in Louisiana, we lived near a peacock farm. I was....4? 5? Decided I wanted a feather. So I carefully climbed through the wires, and went in search of a male. The resulting incident was forever burned into my brain.
Didn't take me long, before I found one sleeping. When I tugged on his tail, he turned and came after me, like any sane person would expect ANYTHING to do.
Oh, I ran.
I ran like a tiny tiny roadrunner trying to get away from psycho bird, who was trying to peck me into oblivion and was screaming like a barghest.
I managed to make it back to the fence, but hit two of the wires trying to get through. I pinged the middle wire with my back, and the bottom one with the back of my leg.
The current catapulted me through, thankfully, if it'd flung me backwards, I'd have probably ended up bird food.
You'd think I'd be grateful for this. Oh no.
Being completely still stupid as get out, I danced and did a little war cry at the peacock from the other side. Yes, I taunted the angry peacock.
Mr. Peacock was still ticked, and here is his target dancing and laughing at him just ten or so feet away. He just flattened himself onto the ground and went UNDER the bottom wire.
I just kinda stood there for a second all :O and then hauuuuuled again, down the middle of the street this time. Now that I recall, I ran PAST MY HOUSE. I'm not sure why, my brain was kinda stuck processing "BIRD WANTS TO EAT ME RUUUUUUN."
Needless to say, the entire street came outside to see why there was shrieking and a banshee. Thankfully, one of our neighbors, this big guy, ended up running and grabbing me and carrying me like a football back into his house.
Stupid peacock went NUTS on his porch trying to get at me, pooped all over the place. And stayed there for a long time, while I just quivered on the floor inside his house, trying to get my breath back, and thinking that my parents were totally going to KILL ME.
I don't remember what happened after that, but I do know that it was the end of ever going near the peacock farm again.
Way back when I was young and we still were in Louisiana, we lived near a peacock farm. I was....4? 5? Decided I wanted a feather. So I carefully climbed through the wires, and went in search of a male. The resulting incident was forever burned into my brain.
Didn't take me long, before I found one sleeping. When I tugged on his tail, he turned and came after me, like any sane person would expect ANYTHING to do.
Oh, I ran.
I ran like a tiny tiny roadrunner trying to get away from psycho bird, who was trying to peck me into oblivion and was screaming like a barghest.
I managed to make it back to the fence, but hit two of the wires trying to get through. I pinged the middle wire with my back, and the bottom one with the back of my leg.
The current catapulted me through, thankfully, if it'd flung me backwards, I'd have probably ended up bird food.
You'd think I'd be grateful for this. Oh no.
Being completely still stupid as get out, I danced and did a little war cry at the peacock from the other side. Yes, I taunted the angry peacock.
Mr. Peacock was still ticked, and here is his target dancing and laughing at him just ten or so feet away. He just flattened himself onto the ground and went UNDER the bottom wire.
I just kinda stood there for a second all :O and then hauuuuuled again, down the middle of the street this time. Now that I recall, I ran PAST MY HOUSE. I'm not sure why, my brain was kinda stuck processing "BIRD WANTS TO EAT ME RUUUUUUN."
Needless to say, the entire street came outside to see why there was shrieking and a banshee. Thankfully, one of our neighbors, this big guy, ended up running and grabbing me and carrying me like a football back into his house.
Stupid peacock went NUTS on his porch trying to get at me, pooped all over the place. And stayed there for a long time, while I just quivered on the floor inside his house, trying to get my breath back, and thinking that my parents were totally going to KILL ME.
I don't remember what happened after that, but I do know that it was the end of ever going near the peacock farm again.
You were a brave one! As my momma used to say, "Are you brave or just stupid?" 
which would be understandable.
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