Pride, Prejudice, and Peafowl
Like they say, "Beauty's in the Eye of the Beholder."
We run a nature retreat. Our hope is to encourage people to take the the foot off the fast life pedal, and to help observe the world up close. We notice patterns in every leaf, each piece of bark, or in the plumage of birds.
For this reason, we keep in close touch with nature. Our wooded property comprises of old growth trees, abundant flora and fauna. We even have a river running through our land. People enjoy their time here. Our recent addition has become a notable attraction.
Peafowl roam through our sprawling grounds. We value them immensely. The peacocks draw curious folk of all ages to our business. Our most valued employee is this one guy. He has charmed one and all. One would think winning hearts would seamlessly translate into him being a lady's man.
He's a magnificent bird, that Peacock. Let me relate his true story when I got to know him.
At first, he strutted in a vainglorious fashion all over the property. His plumage swept the grounds while walking as if it were a royal train. He seemed quite used to people, and I had to ask him, "Are you showing off for me now?" He shifted a little pompously, and I realized I could not have been more wrong. Almost invisible in her plainness, a peahen stood behind, looking at the ground, wandering, and basically doing her own thing.
I felt a great deal of sympathy for her, the one I perceived as plain. Beside her flamboyant mate, the contrast seemed painful. It's hard to look past so much peacock pulchritude. Sadness like a dull and drab cover, crept over me for her.
It wasn't long at all before I realized my sympathies were grossly misplaced. She was completely oblivious to the gorgeousness of her male friend. He seemed overly eager to get her attention in the most obvious ways, while she went about her own business, casting furtive glances at him now and then. Was she playing a hard to get game?
Undeterred by her lack of engagement, he continued showing-off. First, he strutted in front of her, but she turned her back to him. Then, he serenaded her with his song titled, Cacophony. The discordant cry got crumbs of her attention, and she moved her sight back to the ground.

Our man unflustered, undid his plumage, and he started to dramatically elevate it for her. Fanning most of it out, he stood proudly dancing in front of her. I almost died at the fifty shades of blue and green. Those eyes on the feathers hypnotized me, the unintended audience member. From the peahen however, all he got was a perfunctory, almost dismissive glance, while she went about her business. Relentless, he got in her face, fanned wider, with his plumage now in full glory. While I could not bear so much beauty, she just turned away without much care. So he shook the jewel-like fan, and it made a rustling sound like a breeze between swaying leaves. While I was transfixed with the spectacular performance, she seemed almost glacial. I tried to capture her in the pictures, she just preferred the background, the anonymity. It's hard to spot her in the pictures captured.
He decided to change strategy, and he slowly turned around for her. Not as glorious, he still looked impressive. She slowly looked up and held her gaze. He realized she liked that. Then he shook his derrière, ruffled a few unimpressive feathers in that area, and somehow, she was hooked. She stopped doing her work. Her attention was fully on him. Elated his charms were working; he shimmied and shook his bottom for her with enthusiastic gratitude. She joined him in this call, and together the peafowl walked happily into the sunset.

Beauty is subjective indeed, and the polygamous peahen finally picked up the "plain" peacock. All that vanity and puffery I thought the male showed, was actually a pride of effort. Oh, the poor misunderstood peacock! Look closely, and you'll see courtship is hard work, even in a Swipe-Left-Swipe-Right world.
About the Creator
Eyekay
I write because I must. I believe each one of us has the ability to propel humanity forward.
And yes, especially in these moments, Schadenfreude must not rule the web.


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