I saw the following headline the other day on Yahoo’s News Homepage…
Keep your children inside. Watch your small dogs. Guard your sunflower seeds!
The rest of the article was equally terrifying…
The Bronx Zoo cobra may be back in captivity, but a female peacock is on the loose.
Three zoo workers wielding nets made a failed attempt to recapture the green peahen about noon on Tuesday.
The brightly colored bird was proudly perched atop a parked van on Morris Park Ave., a few blocks from the zoo. As the handlers got close, she flew off, hiding in tall grass around the corner.
“This is so exciting,” said Francisco Pineda, 25, one of the astonished onlookers who gathered. “It’s like I’m watching ‘Animal Planet.'”
Zoo workers crawling stealthily through the grass got within a few feet of the feisty fowl before she flew off again. She hasn’t been seen since.
The runaway bird is about 3 feet long, and her head is crowned with a flamboyant green plume.
“We’ll get her eventually,” vowed Nancy Clum, the zoo’s curator of ornithology.
Peafowl roam freely at the Bronx Zoo, which is run by the Wildlife Conservation Society. Occasionally, they meander away. Zoo officials stress the birds are no danger to humans and should not be harassed or followed.
“Continuing this activity will likely frighten her and drive her farther away from home,” said the director of the Bronx Zoo, Jim Breheny.
“Usually, they wander back on their own,” Clum said.
Earlier in the day, the feathered fugitive was spotted outside the E. 180th St. subway station. As excited commuters snapped cell phone pictures, she dined on a discarded hamburger bun before sauntering across several lanes of traffic.
“That ain’t a chicken,” said Frank Trinidad, 51. “It’s unbelievable. I’m shocked. I’m used to seeing chickens on the street – but not peacocks.”
“Somebody is going to steal it and keep it as a pet,” said Mingo Ortiz, 33. “It’s the Bronx, man.”
The cobra made headlines after disappearing for six days in March. She was found near her cage in the Reptile House. The plucky peahen has been on the lam since at least Monday, zoo officials said.
In other news, life in Madrid is marching along through May. My big picture window and I are best friends now- it lets in so much sunshine, my room is drenched in the mornings. Even the evenings are staying warmer, and if there is anything better than a mild breeze (versus the kind that makes me button the top granny-button on my cardigan) then I haven’t felt it yet.
It was on a seemingly lovely night like that (Monday) that I decided I was feeling the urge to cook, to whip something up for a Spanish-style (10pm) dinner. Unfortunately my culinary enthusiasm had not extended to grocery shopping so I rummaged in the fridge for available ingredients. A stick of parmesan. A wilting bunch of mint. Apricot jam, half a lemon and some slick deli meat. Charming.
So I did what I always do. I hopped on Tastespotting, that glorious bank of all the things I wish I could cook, and sometimes attempt. And then I remembered the peas. 3/4 of a frozen bag of peas nestled in my freezer. The decision was made. Pea Soup.
So I did it. I had my pretty translucent onions, the cinnamon, the warmed peas…all steamy and ready for the blender. Oh the blender.
I poured the first batch in, squeezed the lemon, scattered the mint, and hit ‘On’.
4 seconds of green glory, then there was a strange sound like Splurpp…
At this point, thin green pea liquid began seeping out from under the blender. In no time it had slithered across the counter, onto the floor, down my leg, dripped onto our re-usable shopping bags…
And because the liquid was rapidly draining, I was also getting relatively dry clumps of half-mashed pea all over my hands, dishrags, the microwave and yes, also in my hair.
Apparently the plastic ring that goes around the base of the blender is of the utmost importance. It was also of the utmost missing. Thus, the guerra contra los guisantes, which can be conveniently translated to W.A.P. (War Against the Peas).
It was midnight by the time I’d finished cleaning up. I didn’t even taste the soup. Somehow after cleaning it off of my flattmate’s mail I wasn’t that hungry. (But it was admittedly tasty at lunch the next day. Success! On some level.) So I took a hot shower, curled up in bed with a book, and listened to my ‘Sleep Mix’ on my iPod. Though it took an odd turn to get there, I had an amazingly relaxing hour or so before I fell asleep. If the peas hadn’t made a break for it, I probably would have eaten, gone to bed in a hurry and had weird dreams due to eating right before sleeping (Seriously. Pizza after 9pm and my reverie involves riding horses underwater.)
So I’ve learned something…be it peas or peacocks, we all need a little escape sometimes. (Even if that escape is preceded by green gunk and a broken blender.) So enjoy your weekend, relax, escape somewhere…anywhere! Even for an hour. And, also, check your blender.