Some weeks ago, I peeked out our kitchen window at the patch of ground where we daily spread birdseed and deer corn, just to see what might be out there. And lo and behold, what met my eyes came as a shock. You see, a mere five yards away strode a fullgrown male peacock, pecking away at the seeds, his long tailfeathers flowing behind him like a royal train. (By the way, I know that peacock infers a male of the species, but peafowl sounds dumb to me.) Without giving it proper thought, I tapped on the window, which as you might imagine startled the bird. He swung around, lifting his tail feathers up in that familiar wide arc, scores of “eyes” imprinted on his magnificent plumage now staring at me. A defensive display intended to invoke terror, I’m sure; but instead, I felt only wonder at the bird’s beauty. Here was Nature flaunting Her capacity for the unique and gorgeous, and I was the lucky benefactor of that vision.

Blue (named for the iridescent color of his neck and breast) has continued to frequent our wildlife feedlot, and happily he has grown far less threatened by our presence, at times coming near enough to eat from our hands. And now and then he’s apt to grant us a display, seemingly for no reason except to strut his stuff. We’ve never discovered how he came to be in our country subdivision, or where he roosts at night. He apparently wanders where he will, on person’s property. But Freida and I like it that way. And we always feel uplifted by our up-close-and-personal encounters with this awe-inspiring creature. Blue’s beauty does exactly that — gives our souls a welcome boost.

Rachel Carson, the renowned author of Silent Spring, wrote, “Those who contemplate the beauty of the Earth find reserves of strength that will endure.” No truer words were ever penned. It’s been my experience that the natural world is filled with inspiring beauties. Any one of which is capable of recharging my motivational batteries, which day-to-day circumstances can quickly drain. But it requires an effort on my part. Like they say, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” If I walk this Earth with my attention cast down at my feet, how can I see what’s around me? That’s one of the joys that Blue brought back into my life. He reminded me to stay alert. You never know what might pop into view if you remain vigilant.

I’m sorry to say, we haven’t had a visit from Blue in several days now. Of course, we’re worried. But we understand that the wild is ruled by tooth and claw. And man’s devises too can be lethal. Still, we haven’t abandoned hope completely. Blue, if you’re out there, come see us when you can. Your favorite treats are waiting for you. But if not, thank you. Thank you for being what you are — one of God’s loveliest gifts.

Hoy Bryson is a resident of Van Zandt County.