No, I didn't stop dreaming about birds - far from it. To be honest, though, I had gotten to the point where the thought of putting in the time and effort into each post that I normally did made me cringe a little (there may even have been an eye tic involved). Then the sisyphytic inertia of procrastination set in, and one day I woke up and more than six months had gone by since my last post. Zoinks! Ever the optimist, I like to think hiatuses can be revitalizing. So, let me ease back into form by sharing what little I remember from a dream I had yesterday morning:
... I was at a party, or at least visiting a friend's home. Several other people were also there conviviating. Imagine my surprise when suddenly a few pheasants quickly parted the social waters as they charged on through.
The rest of what I remember was simply an earnest chase scene involving a male Bulwer's Pheasant (blue wattles fully engorged), a male Indian Peafowl ("peacock"), and a male Red Junglefowl ("rooster").
|Bulwer's (Wattled) Pheasant (Lophura bulweri)|
Predictably, some of the party people got involved in the chasing too. They failed miserably, but meant well. The antics amused me for the few seconds remaining until I awakened - and that's all that counts.
|Red Junglefowl (Gallus gallus)|