The female peacock's love affair

In the villages near the primeval forest in Xishuangbanna, many families keep green peacocks in their courtyards like chickens. Both chickens and peacocks belong to the pheasant family and are raised in much the same way, with a little bit of rice and small insects like grasshoppers and crickets. The only difference is that peacocks have to build a small pond with stones in their yard because they love cleanliness and have the habit of drawing water to comb their feathers in the morning.

I have a female and a male green peacock. The female peacock has a dark green crown, which I call the green umbrella, and the male peacock has a golden blue fish head, which I call the golden tripod.

The golden tripod and the green umbrella soon became a loving couple. In March, when the sun was shining and the breeze was warm, the golden tripod unfolded its long back feathers, commonly known as the peacock opening its screen. All of a sudden, the courtyard was brilliant with golden light. This is the male peacock to the opposite sex courting masterpiece, green umbrella looking at the countless peacock hair group and into the piece of strange colors, vision gradually obsessed, like drunkenness let the golden tripod embrace all ......

Two months later, the green umbrella hatched four small peacocks, soft fluffy like a mimosa, all day after the mother "chirping" to call for food, very cute.

One morning, half a month later, I was conveniently in the weeds behind the house, when I suddenly heard the green umbrella's "Iga - Iga -" shrill and piercing chirp from the yard it was in imminent trouble. It was obvious that it was in imminent trouble. I didn't care that I was only halfway through my shit, I jumped up, grabbed my pants, and ran to the yard.

From the back of the house to the gate, I had to go halfway around the fence, and through the bamboo fence, I saw a black bobcat, jumping from the roof, approaching with its teeth and claws like a green umbrella. The green umbrella held up its wings and shielded the panicked four small peacocks under its wings while backing away nervously.

At this time, the golden tripod is standing in front of the pool parallel to the green umbrella. The black bobcat abruptly leaped forward and stared at the green umbrella to pounce. The green umbrella instinctively flapped its wings to hide behind the golden tripod, before taking a step forward, the four small peacocks hidden under its wings were exposed, scurrying around like headless flies. The green umbrella immediately turned around again and used its wings to cover the babies again. However, one little peacock with an aqua neck was probably so frightened that it did not go under the green umbrella's wings, but fled dizzily toward the golden tripod. The black cat was already approaching, and the green umbrella tilted its head, "yada yada yada" and chirped eagerly at the golden tripod, with the obvious intention of asking the golden tripod to take care of the red-necked peacock that was fleeing indiscriminately.

But the golden tripod didn't tighten its wings to protect it, instead, it scared its legs and flew to the roof, still feeling insecure and unsafe, and flew to a big leafy green tree outside the courtyard. The poor little red-necked peacock had nowhere to hide and was bitten to death by the black bobcat and eaten into its stomach. The green umbrella let out a harsh cry of "----", and the black tits licked their lips with salivation, and their eyes were fixed on the other three small peacocks.

I dashed into the courtyard, dashed to the eaves, took off the hard crossbow made of rosewood hanging on the wall, quickly wound up and buckled the arrow, and rushed to the pool. The black mountain cat was about to commit murder when he pulled the trigger, the black mountain cat howled and died.

Here is a very important detail to explain, the local men like to paste a variety of bird feathers on the wooden crossbow, both as decoration, but also to show their hunting skills, I naturally do not take off the vulgar, picked up some peacock feathers fallen when the peacock, glued to the wooden crossbow, wooden crossbow hanging on the wall, looking from afar like a miniature peacock, I called this wooden crossbow peacock crossbow. The green umbrella looked at the peacock crossbow in my hand with a grateful gaze, not with three small peacocks flying to the roof to hide, the face is to run to the wall hanging under the peacock crossbow as if hiding in a haven, no longer panic, and fear.

The year passed, and it was time for the peacocks to breed again. The male peafowl, Jinding, began to show his affection for the female, Green Umbrella, by finding an earthworm in the yard, holding it in his mouth, and bringing it to Green Umbrella with his head stretched out and retracted, pecking it up and throwing it down, again and again, hoping that Green Umbrella would share it with him, but Green Umbrella would rather run into the grass and eat the leaves than enjoy the delicious earthworm. Early in the morning, when the green umbrella was grooming itself at the sink, the golden tripod came forward and pecked up a string of water droplets to help the green umbrella comb its feathers, but the green umbrella glanced at the golden tripod with a contemptuous look and twisted away.

That afternoon, the sun was warming the earth, the birds were singing, and the flowers were warm as a dream. The golden tripod stood by the pool, suddenly cocking its back feathers like a huge pleated umbrella pulled open, and the ruby blue fan was covered with a ring of golden yellow spots, concentrating the most beautiful colors, and the whole yard glowed. My eyes were dazzled, but the green umbrella, which was close at hand, seemed to have seen nothing and continued to bury its head in the grass and peck at the grass seeds. The golden tripod was facing the green umbrella again, rhythmically swaying its body, the peacock feathers of the open screen swaying, rustling and grinding sound, golden light, floating up a dreamy color. I think the green umbrella will soon put away its reserve and arrogance, just like last year, shyly into the arms of the golden tripod, but the green umbrella is as calm as a pool of dry water, just eating grass seeds, not even look at the golden tripod, the golden tripod claws anxiously hit the ground, excited to lean towards the green umbrella. The green umbrella turned around as if it had been violated, with its neck hair open and its eyes spewing anger, with an expression of inviolability, screaming briefly, as if to warn the golden tripod: don't do anything, or I'll be rude! Like a pot of cold water poured on the golden tripod, the fire-like enthusiasm was extinguished in an instant, and the back feathers of the closed Xie Kaiping snapped and ran away.

The next morning, I was in the courtyard guillotine horse grass, I saw the green umbrella at the pond to comb their feathers extra carefully, the body of the chestnut-colored feathers oiled and smooth, dressed like a bride. It came to the eaves with one step and three shakes and looked at my wooden crossbow full of peacock feathers with fascination. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services. I couldn't help but shiver in my heart, and had a premonition that this female peacock had put her feelings into my peacock crossbow!

A gust of wind blew the peacock feathers on the crossbow fluttering like a miniature peacock opening its screen, the green umbrella suddenly flushed, coy and shy, showing the female peacock in front of the male peacock in front of the open screen of that enchanted posture, cocking her tail, tilting her body, dancing like a waltz under the eaves, hoping for the peacock crossbow to come down from the wall to meet her. The inanimate wooden crossbow naturally could not have any reaction to the green umbrella's lingering love. The wind stopped the peacock feathers on the crossbow stopped fluttering and trembling, and the green umbrella also stopped spinning and dancing in disappointment, but when the wind picked up again, the peacock feathers on the crossbow were active again, and the green umbrella began to give vent to its strong love ......

Love with a lifeless wooden crossbow is certainly not what the results of love to. I had to stop this unconventional and crazy love to let the green umbrella have another brood of peacocks. That morning, when it came to scratch it's head in front of the peacock crossbow again, I went over, took the crossbow off the wall, and in front of it, one by one pulled the peacock feathers off the crossbow and threw them on the ground. I pulled it slowly and soberly, with a mocking smile on my face. See, I easily

I easily stripped it of its disguise, you should now wake up! For every peacock feather I plucked from the crossbow, the green umbrella shivered and let out a painful wail, as if it were being plucked from its body. I couldn't care less, I thought, it's better to let it suffer now for a while than to make it regret it for the rest of its life. I plucked the peacock feathers from the wooden crossbow, hung it on the wall, and removed the peacock feathers from the floor, and I was relieved that it was finally over.

I did not expect, for several days, the green umbrella sees me on the throat of a raspy gay gya sound, as soon as you can hear it is a kind of malicious curse, but also rushed up to peck my hands fiercely, in its eyes my hands plucked the male peacock it loves the hair, so it is a sinful hand, several times the back of my hand was pecked out of its blood, I do not want to punish it, and do not want to take it, try to avoid it a little, hoping that time I hope that time will heal the wounds of its soul and slowly calm down. At the same time, I carefully rubbed the feathers of the golden tripod with lard, so that after it opened its screen, its feathers shone brightly like hanging countless suns, more handsome and beautiful, hoping that it would win back the heart of the green umbrella. But half a month had passed, but the green umbrella still could not show the slightest interest in the golden tripod, and the curse on me did not stop for a moment.

At noon that day, I returned from plowing and saw through the fence wall, the green umbrella standing under the eaves, staring at the wooden crossbow on the wall, and after a while, it turned its head and held a feather in its crotch with its mouth, and pulled the feather off with its neck, and then, flapping its wings, it flew up to stick the feather to the wooden crossbow, but, unfortunately, it did not stick firmly, and the feather floated into the ditch. He plucked a feather from his own back and again jumped up to stick it to the wooden crossbow ...... A few bloody feathers rely on the stickiness of blood, really stick to the wooden crossbow, it is extraordinarily exciting, Yi Yi Yi, without pain, a mouth from their own back, chest, and leg side plucked the bloody feathers to give the wooden crossbow on the wall. It is to return the wooden crossbow with a beautiful feather, and reshape an ideal male peacock! I wanted to use violence to drive it away from the roof, but could not do it, but just let it be, I'm afraid that in a few days the green umbrella will become a bare-shoulder bird.

That night, I quietly took the peacock crossbow off the wall and hid it under the bed in my room. A few days passed, but the green umbrella was still obsessed, guarding the eaves against morning to night, staring at the wall where the wooden crossbow had been hung, its appetite sluggish, its face haggard, like a lovesick woman separated and isolated at the ends of the earth, hoping for the early return of her beloved, not changing her mind even when the sea dries up.

Every time I passed under the eaves, I saw the soul-crushing anticipation of the green umbrella, and I felt like a cruel demon who broke up a beautiful marriage. I had no choice but to turn the wooden crossbow out from under the bed, stick many peacock feathers on it and hang it on the wall again. I will never forget when I walked out of the room with the peacock crossbow in my hand, the green umbrella's eyes lit up with horror and excitement, screaming and screaming, desperately jumping on me ......

In the spring of that year, all the female peacocks in other homes hatched their baby peacocks, while the four eggs laid by my green umbrella never became baby peacocks because no real male peacock had ever loved them ......