On the Eighth of December my Creation brought to me a muster, nay a pride, nay an OSTENTATION of peacocks.
… they sung in ostentation…
I think there may be just a tad more than eight there. Or maybe not.
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Just a tad TL…..They must have multiplied when you left the room…..VK
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They always seem to do that, VK, peacocks…!
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LOL
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😀 Hehehe!
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Wow! The eyes have it 🙂
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Do you get the feeling you’re being watched, Chris? 😀
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Undercover surveillance, hidden in the plumage. Clever.
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The plumage is merely the beginning…
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“An ostentation of peacocks” – perfect! 😀
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It fits the pack perfectly, Diane, doesn’t it?
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