Quacking, clucking, tweeting, even a clatter of chirping and an occasional shriek as the bird families gathered for the burial ceremony of “Peacklay”, king of all the peacocks. He had been felled by a hunter’s stray bullet in Madam Ornithophile’s garden forest area next to her castle. It had been renovated from the 1500s as an bird sanctuary.
The Bag Lady 
Ha! I linked with peacocks too! Loved this Cheryl
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