PEACOCK FOR DINNER

     I stopped by to visit a country couple that lives in the Grove today.   They were busy plucking feathers off of a dead peacock, preparing it for dinner.  They'd found it next to SW 17th Avenue -barely alive- this morning.
   
   They assumed it had been hit by a car.  After it took its last breath the couple figured, "If we can't save it, we'll just have to eat it".   Neither had done this before but they knew they are considered a delicacy in some parts of the world.

    The showed me all of the fowl's parts which were carefully separated.  Being artists, I think they might use everything but its "caw".
   When I took my leave they were searching for a baking pan.