By Melissa Cooper
After spending the better part of September on eastern Long Island, I’m home in NYC, where fall has thinned the trees in Riverside Park. Home in the city, where the peacocks roam. Our first day back, the dog and I visited the grounds of Saint John the Divine to check in on the three free-roaming peacock boys. We looked in the Biblical garden, our urban secret garden, but saw no peacocks.
No peacocks on the way to the garden’s romantic arbor.
No peacocks at the leafy throne.
And no peacocks on the way out of the garden.
Suddenly we heard three loud squawking cries: Peacocks! We followed the sound and, slipping into a half-hidden construction storage area, we found:
The peacocks drop their glorious long tail feathers long before New York City’s trees drop their leaves. But that’s all right. The diminished splendor of the tail leaves us more able to appreciate the subtler beauty of their speckled wings and rusty underfeathers that perfectly match the piles of brick.
The peacock preened, turning his neck this way and that, putting more kinks into it than seems possible.
However do they do that?
I wondered.
that
I’ve already researched and written
about
the extraordinary cervical flexibility
of long-necked birds.
Birds have at least
thirteen
and as many as
twenty-five
cervical vertebrae.
Humans, by contrast, like all mammals,
have a mere
seven.
And some animals, notably frogs, have
only
one.
Really. One.
You can read all about it here, in
But I digress.
Let us return
to the peacock,
who continued
to bend and twist, with most impressive dexterity.
We watched for a while. And we, in turn, were watched.
We became fascinated by the peacock’s scaly feet.
Eventually, we headed back into the open grounds, where we found the white peacock known as Phil.
He wandered into the bushes.
He lurked among the flowers.
On our way out of the grounds, we found the third peacock in the grasses near Amsterdam Avenue. We stopped to watch. He moved into the sunlight.
And then we left.
Oh, it’s good be home.
Photos by Melissa Cooper, a West Side Rag columnist. She runs the blog Out Walking the Dog, where she published a different version of this column. Read her other columns for us here.
Wonderful photos and story!
Reading it created a sense of peace found in our great city!
Thank you!
Love the Peacocks. I took my daughter up there a few weeks ago and played the same game, trying to find them. What a beautiful spot (although I hope not too many people read this post… let’s keep it an UWS secret!)