"Peacock missing?" asked a reader on nextdoor.com — not the kind of question thrown about in Belmont Shore.

But it isn’t often locals see anything like the mysterious blue-plumaged creature pecking around on Mira Mar Avenue. Neighbors have nicknamed him Pete the Peacock (see photo).

He was beautiful “but scared me when I saw him looking in the patio slide door,” said one resident.

“It was on top of my neighbor’s house,” said another.

No acts of violence involving humans — or cats — have been reported.

One reader quipped, that Pete merely thought he had to "provide some extra ornamentation for the holidays."

Or perhaps Pete felt more at home with all the honking on the streets.

• Belmont folks, as any reader of nextdoor.com can tell you, are a sensitive lot.

And just as you might have expected, some were upset about Pete the Peacock, claiming the creature had relieved himself on their lawns.

Uh oh. It might only be a while before residents start posting signs that say: "Peacock Pooping Prohibited.”

• A lecturer on Greek and Roman history at the OLLI adult school got to ruminating on what generations might think about the ruins of our civilization in 10,000 years. The lecturer, Jerry Stoll, held up an illustration to indicate what an archeologist might conclude was "the mother of God" of Los Angeles during our period. The illustration would be familiar to coffee drinkers (see photo).

• In case you were wondering, I did see Pete in the flesh — or perhaps I should say, feathers. He was about 20 feet away  but took no particular interest in me as he pecked around for a snack on Mira Mar.
 
It's been somewhat of a wild year in our neighborhood. I'm not even counting the little dog that bit me — little dogs dislike me for some reason. Or the possums who lived in our roof and seemed to play soccer every night.
 
No, the great drama  occurred on Mira Mar one day as I walked down the street, minding my own business (I swear). Two skunks began to follow me. One of them veered off. But the other stayed on my tail. And raised his own tail. I didn't know at the time that the raised tail is a sign that the animal is about to spray its ghastly perfume. Luckily something told me to speed up and the second skunk gave up. I just hope he doesn't merge forces with the possums.
 
Steve Harvey can be reached at steveharvey9@gmail.com and @sharvey9.
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