Much More Than Talking to Peacocks

“Come here,” my husband Rick said. “You gotta see this.” I followed him out to the chicken pen. “See it? Sitting on top of the pen.”

“Is it a buzzard?”

“No, it’s a peacock.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive. There’s another one on the ground. Both females. Probably wandered to our yard from somebody’s flock.”

Later that day…

“If you talk to them, they’ll follow you,” he said.

“Talk to peacocks?”

“Sure.”

“What do you say?”

“Pretend you’re a peacock.”

Just to prove my husband wrong, I squatted in the grass, waddling along behind them. “They don’t like me. They ran the other way.”

“Give them some chicken feed. And talk to them.”

“This is silly. They’re not coming back.”

“Have a little faith.”

“They won’t even look at me.”

“You have to talk to them. I’m serious.” He laughed.

“You don’t sound too serious. I think you’re setting me up to look stupid.”

“Be patient.”

I started clucking my tongue.  No response. “Here pretty little peacocks, come here. Come see me.”

“Keep talking,” he said. “They’ll come.”

“Hey, pretty peacocks. Come here.”

This time they turned toward me. I couldn’t believe it! “Look! They’re coming!”

“Yep.”

 

 This is about  much more than talking to peacocks.

It’s about not giving up.

Even if you’re tired.

Even if you look foolish.

 

“I’m hand-feeding peacocks in my own back yard. I can’t believe it!”

When your best efforts are producing nothing…

When you want to throw your hands up and walk away…

Don’t.

We never know what surprises God has in store for us.

Love,

Julie