So, as you are no doubt aware, the Detroit Zoo has peafowl. They’re not particularly kept, they just sort of run around the zoo. This isn’t an odd thing, I’ve been to other zoos that also have them. Peafowl are pretty easy to take care of, and so long as you don’t mind the noise (oh the noise, noise, noise, noise!) they’re a neat addition to the whole experience. They just sort of roam around the place, waiting for someone to notice that they look and awful lot like turkeys with a thing for musical theater and decide to try and liven up thanksgiving.
I’ve often wondered if they buy birds, or if they get them the natural way. Well, I’ve discovered that they get at least some of them the natural way. There will be better pictures of the babies later, right now I want to talk about why peahens will never get mother of the year…
Today my friends, if I may address you as such, I saw a hilariously sad thing.
I saw a young man stroke his stupid mustache, and then run his fingers through his hair. That’s not the funny bit. He had one of those 70s throwback hair cuts, and with the facial hair, he looked like he was cosplaying how Luke Skywalker might look as a child molester. Again, not the funny bit.
After the hair work, he wiped his hands on his skinny jeans and patted down his t-shirt. The shirt was one of those with a font that just screams “70s!” and said “Nazi Rape is Hilarious” and of course the I in Nazi was dotted with a small flower. Again, not the funny bit. He then adjusted his Buddy Holly-esque glasses and then rubbed his fresh tattoo from what looked to me like a really, really obscure band that I’d probably never heard of.
This is the funny bit.
While sticking his thumbs into his studded belt, he turned to his friend and said “I can’t be a hipster, I don’t like Pabst Blue Ribbon. Oh look! They’ve got cupcakes!”