Genius Drive — A Street for the Birds..

Genius Drive — A Street for the Birds..

Going  for a run, I hit the sidewalk early before the sun got too high over treetops.

After 2.5 miles, going through lovely neighborhood, I looked and there on the sidewalk standing as pretty as can be, was…

A peacock like this fellow. Where was my phone? I needed to snap a picture. He was real. I think?

A woman dug around in her car on the driveway attached to the sidewalk where Mr. Prettybird stood. She didn’t seem to think it odd an exotic creature prissed in front of her house.

Winter Park is quite a beautiful spot.

Gorgeous lakes and homes, but peacocks as pets strolling the sidewalks? This is bit much…unless you know of Genius Drive.

Genius Drive is still a road. A road that now leads into a very expensive subdivision. Fourty years ago it was a road to a private home and park. To little girl me, Genius Drive meant only one thing.

Peacocks.

Dad drove us there. My memory drifts to wide blue lake, huge ancient oaks the tops dripping, no pouring Spanish moss.

The trees poured moss and peacocks. Peacocks perched in knarled trees limbs and rambled all over the sandy grass and brown-leaved ground. There was a magical white one. If you were really lucky some visits you saw him.

So peacocks still exist on Genius Drive. I guess? He seemed so real. His neck the most beautiful sparkly, irredescent blue — even the brightest of Walt’s Imagineers couldn’t create a mermaid’s tail of such wicked beauty.

I hope your day holds a sidewalk full of peacocks. It might, you never know.

Just keep those eyes open. And always take your phone on the those early morning runs. He was most definitely real.

I think.