I have an admittedly weird hard crush on Ravi. Seriously, if I were a female peacock, I would date him so hard, then marry the feathers off of him. For real. Weird? Yes. But he really is all that and a bag of chips.I get to see him everyday and even after all this time I never tire of all that pomp and shocking blast of psychedelic color that only peacocks display.
Every single last detail on him is unbelievable. What is funny is that he has it all going on for that poopy pants pigeon in the background blur. Uh, dude, really? He poops like everywhere…..Yesterday, he was shimmering and vibrating his tail feathers with such intensity that they almost sang. It is a crazy noise I can’t even explain with words..At the same time, his sienna coloured bum feathers glide back and forth in bilateral movement. Think of the motion of walking on an elliptical trainer, it is crazy trippy that all that can happen at the same time.Ravi, you have some serious coordination, you fancy dancer you.Check out his wicked cool ‘hat’ or plume. The English ladies at the weddings would like at hat like that one, no doubt. Keeping on rocking the peacock world Ravi, for you are mighty brilliant.