This Peacock escaped from the High Park Zoo Toronto on Friday..May 29th.On Saturday morning Brian was watching TV and woke me up..The Peacock was flying around on roof tops around Galley Ave which is just a lane down Fern...I ran out and saw all the TV crews worth their salt and some Animal Rescue guys chasing around with their Cameras and Nets..however I did not see the elusive bird.....
Later My Cowboy Brian joined the hunt with his telescopic camera and me with my little Canon one that was his loving Gift to me for my trip to India..so anyway the Indian Peacock was having a field day.as he was giving everyone a run .
It rained all Saturday and Sunday and Brian and I wondered where the Bird had flown..or hidden..we had our theories about it..
Earlier that afternoon I asked Brian's mother Irene when I visited her place..what I was supposed to do when I saw it.." Do I call 911?" Oh No she gasped.."Those Police guys will not appreciate a call about a Peacock in the neighbourhood. You call the 311 guys" However by Sunday evening the 311 guys were telling people not to call but to just leave The Renegade alone..
Earlier that afternoon I asked Brian's mother Irene when I visited her place..what I was supposed to do when I saw it.." Do I call 911?" Oh No she gasped.."Those Police guys will not appreciate a call about a Peacock in the neighbourhood. You call the 311 guys" However by Sunday evening the 311 guys were telling people not to call but to just leave The Renegade alone..
Anyway I had given up hope of seeing anything , especially Flying Blue 'Renegades' when early in the morning on Monday around 5.30 am I heard an orchestra of chirps and a loud trumpet sound and a shriek which seemed to be on the balconey. I ran out in my 'Jammies'..managed to grab my camera from my purse and saw The peacock hopping around from Roof to roof and then on the Roof top opposite the house.I got some shots..and then he disappeared behind the tree.." I later told Brian that the Peacock seemed to have a ' Canadian accent' because he had honked like a Canadian Goose and then given out his Indian call..He seemed to say to me..in our brief moments of eye contact..
" Hey these Cowboys do not know the secret of how to catch me..Im having real fun!"
Anyway My cowboys comment was that the Peacock seemed more Cowboy than Indian..since he had taken off for a weekend on his own which is what wild cowboys ( Not mine) would do..
Its also true that Brian had known from moment one that the Peacock and me were destined to meet..after all we are both of Indian origin..plus I really love birds and animals and had worn my Peacock blue blouse that day when it had all begun...
Its also true that Brian had known from moment one that the Peacock and me were destined to meet..after all we are both of Indian origin..plus I really love birds and animals and had worn my Peacock blue blouse that day when it had all begun...
later on Monday evening the Peacock was flying around the roof of the Emanuel Howard Church near the High Park Library and the next day returned home to his Zoo..No scout needed...
This Renegade Bird had had his freedom and then gone back home on his own, and caused a weekend of excitement and given a lot of happiness to everyone who was blessed to see such a Beautiful Bird flying Free and happy in a far away land..reminded someone like me..of childhood and places in India where these beauties fly around Free and unharmed in little towns like Vrindavan and the garden cities in Rajasthan .He created for us all a few moments of magic..in his homeland away from home.... !
Their estate was known as the ' Director's Bungalow' and was almost as regal as a picture book palace. During the summer holidays my brother and I would come home from boarding school and play in the `Director's Bungalow' gardens and feed the peacocks. We were their only friends and now I understand the birds lived a sad and lonely life in their cages..with no bird mates or friends except us and the gardeners.
In the monsoon season many wild peacocks would visit the little sugar factory town ..and our own garden which had many big Mango trees and a large lawn..My Mother would sip her Tea while seated on the lawn in the late afternoons as she waited for my Father to return from work....and one particular peacock would walk up to her and gently peck at the treats she fed it with her own hands..It became quite a sensation and story of interest in the little town..many people would gather outside our compound and try to peek over the fences to watch my Mother and her ' adopted' pet peacock..My Mother has a very loving and kind heart that has always drawn everyone from children to the elderly..the poor and lonely and also all kinds of birds and animals to her.Never have I heard her say a mean or an unkind word about anyone ..even those who have taken unfair advantage of her goodness and simplicity...Many of my college friends who hailed from other cities would always come over just to meet my Mother and get a feel of home and warmth through her Motherly kindness and love..which has always made her so special.. and that is why this wild peacock sought her out..
Then one winter the beautiful bird and his tribe took wing and flew away to a far away place from where they never returned..but we still remember those days and our pets and especially the beautiful peacocks which were so much a part of our long lost childhood..
There is something almost spiritual about a beautiful part of Nature such as a Peacock....that reminds us of something Higher and more beautiful than our everyday lives..The Artist who could even conceive something so beautiful is definitely divine.... and yes he sure has a great sense of Humor !
On a Lighter note..Here below are a few Pics from the web that I liked and what I think these creatures were trying to say!
This Renegade Bird had had his freedom and then gone back home on his own, and caused a weekend of excitement and given a lot of happiness to everyone who was blessed to see such a Beautiful Bird flying Free and happy in a far away land..reminded someone like me..of childhood and places in India where these beauties fly around Free and unharmed in little towns like Vrindavan and the garden cities in Rajasthan .He created for us all a few moments of magic..in his homeland away from home.... !
I was carried away ..back to the time in my early childhood where my Grand Father and Father were both Chief Executive Engineers at a little Sugar Factory town of Walchandnagar in the state of Maharashtra, India.
The owners of the Sugar factory were the Pioneering Industrialist Walchand family who owned a palatial Bungalow and sprawling gardens with two huge cages for their pet Peacocks . Their estate was known as the ' Director's Bungalow' and was almost as regal as a picture book palace. During the summer holidays my brother and I would come home from boarding school and play in the `Director's Bungalow' gardens and feed the peacocks. We were their only friends and now I understand the birds lived a sad and lonely life in their cages..with no bird mates or friends except us and the gardeners.
In the monsoon season many wild peacocks would visit the little sugar factory town ..and our own garden which had many big Mango trees and a large lawn..My Mother would sip her Tea while seated on the lawn in the late afternoons as she waited for my Father to return from work....and one particular peacock would walk up to her and gently peck at the treats she fed it with her own hands..It became quite a sensation and story of interest in the little town..many people would gather outside our compound and try to peek over the fences to watch my Mother and her ' adopted' pet peacock..My Mother has a very loving and kind heart that has always drawn everyone from children to the elderly..the poor and lonely and also all kinds of birds and animals to her.Never have I heard her say a mean or an unkind word about anyone ..even those who have taken unfair advantage of her goodness and simplicity...Many of my college friends who hailed from other cities would always come over just to meet my Mother and get a feel of home and warmth through her Motherly kindness and love..which has always made her so special.. and that is why this wild peacock sought her out..
Then one winter the beautiful bird and his tribe took wing and flew away to a far away place from where they never returned..but we still remember those days and our pets and especially the beautiful peacocks which were so much a part of our long lost childhood..
There is something almost spiritual about a beautiful part of Nature such as a Peacock....that reminds us of something Higher and more beautiful than our everyday lives..The Artist who could even conceive something so beautiful is definitely divine.... and yes he sure has a great sense of Humor !
On a Lighter note..Here below are a few Pics from the web that I liked and what I think these creatures were trying to say!
Yes Dear..I don't think my `Under eye repair cream' has been working lately.. |
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I am one and I can become many...Grrrr Kids..just remember this lesson in Life...Everyday is Mother's Day..! |
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BUY ONE AND GET ONE FREE This is originally a pic by Noiella De Phillips on Google +.caption by Lipi..! |
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