Village life in Andalucia

we didn’t have too many guests this January, though someone comes every month, unlike the UK where its August or nothing. However, a couple of peacocks dropped in on us for a week until a Spanish child, masquarading as an adult, threw rock at them and drove off the hen. The cock cried for three days, a sound like a strangled cat that mixed with the all night full moon crowing of cocks and the endless bickering of beshitten Spanish dogs.

We fed them on rice, linseed and bread rolls, and in return they danced for us. .

Dancing Peacocks