I got a surprise e-mail while I was visiting my parents for the Thanksgiving holiday from the woman that owns Chester the Peacock. You may remember him, he was hatched with an injured leg back in the spring of this year.
He has grown up a lot since I first wrote about him (here near the bottom), and (here when he went crabbing), and here when modeled for a photo-shoot, and I said my goodbye's to him here at the end of the boating season.

Guess who came by for Thanksgiving breakfast? His human mom even laid out a placesetting for him. I understand he likes just about anything people like and begs terribly while standing on the kitchen counter while Mom and/or Dad cooks.

Chester . o O (Do you think mommy will notice I sampled hers?)
:)

Chester . o O (Eat, drink and then just lay back and relax by the fire... Ahhhhhh!)
Or should I have captioned this, "Chester's Nuts Roasting Over an Open Fire?"
I suspect I need to put his name on the Christmas card I send to his mom and dad!





