The peacock stopped just behind her…

…his head on the long blue reedlike neck was drawn back as if

his attention were fixed in the distance on something no one

else could see.

 Flannery, about the cry of the birds:

“To the melancholy this sound is melancholy and to the hysterical it is hysterical.  To me it has always sounded like a cheer for an invisible parade.”

“… seven or eight screams in succession as if this message were the one on earth which needed most urgently to be heard.”

- from her essay, The King of the Birds

Listen up!

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