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Hello, people. So, looking at my posts chart, it tells how many viewers I have for each post. It seems that since my blog book I have lost all but one of my viewers. 😔 What happened guys? I thought we had something going.
I heard that the mascots at my school are currently both being played by the same young lady. That's pretty awesome, I might very well have a shot at fulfilling my dream of dancing in a sweaty suit and scaring little kids.
This week is a little chaotic for me. No sense of order whatsoever. I don't even know what to have for breakfast because dad said, 'Don't touch the milk.'
Very sad. I love milk so much. Maybe if the weather is good I will go to the pool. Maybe my friend will be there. That would be nice. Except actually I need to have a serious conversation with him about something he said, so maybe it won't be nice. I also need to have a serious conversation with another boy that wants to rebuild a mostly broken friendship. Getting him to listen was never easy before and I don't imagine that it will be now.
You know what? That is enough about me. I will figure it all out. Let's learn something.
Let's talk about peacocks. Alright. I just did like an hour of research, here we go.
The Afropavo, Pavo is often referred to as the Peacock. However, only the males are Peacocks. The females are actually called Peahens and the breed are called Peafowl. There are three types of Peafowl.
The Blue Peafowl which lives in India and Sri Lanka.
Image result for blue peafowl male and female The one that we always see. Then there is the green peafowl which lives in Java and Burma. (Java always makes me think of coffee.) This one is slightly different. (A little more green...)
Image result for green peafowl male and female There is also the Congo Peafowl which live in the African rain forests.
Image result for congo peafowl male and female He looks a bit funny to me. These birds are omnivores and eat plants, bugs and small creatures. They also eat popcorn. (I know from experience.) At night they  roost in trees. {How do they get in trees?} They fly. Yep, apparently these guys can fly. A group of Peafowl is called a Muster, ostentation, pride, or even party.
Some inter breeding caused a genetic mutation that caused a thing called leucism, which makes the bird look all white. It is often mistakenly called albino, but its eyes are not red so it is not albino. (they look so pretty.)Image result for albino peacockImage result for albino peacock
Look! That one is pink! That's cool. So, everyone's favorite part. The mating ritual. (Okay, maybe it's just mine. I get a kick out of mating dances, they are so neat.)
Everyone knows that the cock fans out his feathers in a fantastic display for the ladies. Scientists think the ladies choose their mate based on the best feathers. Makes sense. Apparently the males came quiver their feathers to make a sound inaudible to people for the ladies as well. If none are interested, the male can make a faux copulatory call which deceives the hens into thinking he is sexually active and therefore a better match. A male forms a harem of about 2-5 hens which each lay about 4-8 eggs in depressions in the ground. I think this is all super cool, so I am going to find a video of the mating ritual.
https://youtu.be/WBAJlnkMzVo <Two peacocks fighting
https://youtu.be/jPln4jfrL2o < the peacock tries.


Okay that is all for today. I hope you enjoyed. Have a good day and stay safe from the hurricane.

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