The pandemic forced a stay-at-home order on the entire nation. For an entire year, I traveled between my front door to the grocery store, doctor’s offices, to pick up prepared food, and refuel the car. On March 4, 2021, I grabbed my camera and embarked on my first planned road trip since the coronavirus descended upon the world in 2020. I considered local places I had not visited in years or had never visited before. I settled on a visit to the peacocks at the Glendale Public Library on Brown Street, a block or two away from the GCC campus.

            I drove past the Cactus Garden sign when I entered the driveway, vowing to return and indulge my love of Arizona cacti.

I drove to the back parking lot. I parked. The sound that greeted me as I opened the car door—the call of the peacock to the peahens. A family of peafowl, crows, and pigeons roamed the asphalt and the grounds near the back fence. According to Answer.com, a group of peafowls is a “muster”, a “party” or a “pride.” I call them beautiful.

The peafowl living at Sahuaro Ranch Park and on the grounds are not afraid of humans. Apparently, they didn’t get the memo about gathering in groups. After an hour of peacock posing and peahen photos, I took a walk up to the Cactus Garden.

The narrow cacti and succulent garden ran the length of the upper parking lot. The first stop an injured saguaro that pointed the way into the forest of needles. The next stop was the barrel cactus patch. The sun slide behind the White Tank Mountains in the distance heralding the end of my road trip.

I sat on a bench and rejoiced in being away from the four walls of my home and forgetting about the pandemic for nearly three hours. I listed to the peacocks call the peahens to roost.

I abandoned my post in the Cactus Garden to the darkening sky and walked back to my car and the peacocks. I heard them call, but none of them roamed the parking lot.

I learned something about the peafowl that day. Peacocks can fly and they don’t care about the pandemic.

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