“Peacocks in Hollywood?” You might ask. “What’s so strange about that? Isn’t everyone strutting their stuff there?” Well, maybe. However, the type of peacock I’m referring to is the original feathered peafowl variety, and that wasn’t exactly what I was expecting to run into in the Hollywood Hills.
Breakfast with a Scrub-Jay
“Hey!” said Sarah’s text. “Scrubby’s turned up. Come on over and have breakfast.” And so began my breakfast date with Scrubby the Western Scrub-Jay, a Californian bird with a sparky attitude.