I am sorry that the blogpostings have been a bit spotty these last few days. I could blame the fact that the new semester has kept me so busy and the snow kept me away from my high speed connection, but I guess I should level with you, gentle readers, about the real reason.

I think I may be too good for you.

My farm is now graced by a peacock. I mean, er, my estate. I don’t know from whence he came, but there he is, every day, hanging with my tick control guinea hens.

Caesar (named by my wife at the Maximum Leader’s suggestion) is a regal creature with a shimmering blue-green chest. He was stand-offish at first, but now he seems comfortable and joins the guineas as they beg for handouts (darn welfare queens!).

In fact, he may be getting too comfortable. He was doing a mating display yesterday. I guess he thinks the guinea fowl are simply ugly peafowl.

The Maximum Leader has had experience with peacocks (care to blog a bit, oh great one?) and tells me that they are nomadic by nature and eventually Caesar will make his way to a new home.

I suppose he originated on one of the estate homes in the neighborhood (As the Maximum Leader and Foreign Minister can attest, we are the smallest abode in the area - ALL of my neighbors NEED to be taxed). But, as long as he is here, Sweet Seasons Farm is now an estate.

Bow before me, unwashed peasants.