Yesterday I emptied and cleaned the pig’s paddling pool and gave their whole pen a hose out. They were very helpful the entire time in a pushy piggy kind of way. 
It was such a lovely sunny day that I felt bad for the peahens locked up in their enclosure, so I let them out. With gentle dignity they tip toed out into the barn. 
I went on to skirting Mama’s fleece. Pulling off all the dirty edges, and getting it ready for shipping. There is so MUCH wool on one sheep. 
I was working away thinking how the wind was catching some of the smaller bits of wool and maybe the sparrows would use it for their nests, when I heard a shushing sound from the barn behind me. A sound like, I don’t know, like twenty old working men rubbing their dried and worn hands together. Hands that have never seen lotion. 
I popped my head around the corner of the barn and The Duke of Kupa had transformed.
He had spread his juvenile tail feathers and was attempting to wow the ladies. As I watched he vibrated and shook the feathers causing them to rub on each other (that sound) and then he kind of hissed invitingly. 
The girls were decidedly underwhelmed. He shook and stomped and shushed some more and they wandered off to look at the pigs. I am not kidding they actually jumped into the pig sty and I had to shoo them back out.
By then Kupa had this panicked look on his face. He had found the button to put the tail up but could not find the one to drop it back down again. Like when you are playing with the children’s transformers, you know it all folds back into place but HOW! And his feet were not behaving they kept dancing up and down in some kind of jig. His eyes kept swerving from trance to terror but after a period of great interest from the little chicks in their baby cage, he worked it out, and with a great sigh he allowed each feather to settle back into place and he was a our laid back Kupa once again. By then Tui and Pania had taken themselves back into their enclosure to talk clothes. So I shut the door on them and Kupa went out into the fields to check on things and practice his Coltrane. Thank you, Bill. 
Maybe next time Kupa.
Good morning. The sun is up, the lamb milk is warming and I need to get busy. You all have a lovely day. Tomorrow I am packing up Minty and Meadow and the little chicks and TonTon and we are off to the old folks home again. I think the lambs might need a wee clean up though. I like the idea of the old people watching the animals grow.
Have fun.
celi
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83 responses to “Kupa woos the ladies! A must see!”
The moment we’ve been waiting for! Sorry it did not go according to plan, Kupa, but you certainly wowed me!
Morning Siobhan, I was lucky the camera was close, usually it is sitting on a fence post somewhere.. c
Oh, how this made me laugh! Thank you for your endlessly entertaining posts! My heart goes out to Kupa. Reminds me of an awkward adolescent boy, hee hee! Can’t wait to see what’s done with the wool. Have fun with the oldies today! I’m envious of your warm weather. It’s been raining here for days, and the temps can’t seem to get out of the 50s…But we’re planting, planting, planting anyway…
50’s Maggie that is not warm yet. But your spring greens must be fantastic! c
Poor Kupa! Reminds me of Junior High…
Have your piggies stopped trying to eat the concrete? They’re so cute.
Enjoy your sunshine – we’ve got another gullywasher day.
It is a difficult age for a peacock. No the pigs are still eating the concrete. Quite literally, they chew it up! But they have turned their attention to the paddling pool now, for the wallowing fun! c
No doubt he will learn some good tricks soon and the ladies will swoon.
Morning Debra, maybe they were swooning on the inside! Hope so.. c
Even though young, Kupa strikes quite the pose, doesn’t he? Those silly hens may laugh at him now but, give him a couple months, and they’ll be singing a different tune — literally, much to Your John’s dismay. It’s going to be a chilly one here today; the wind’s coming off The Lake. Hope your day is a good one, Celi.
It is cool here too so I shall do the heavy work today. Imagine what Kupa will be like when his tail is full grown. I did not think he would do this for ages! c
Well, would you look at him! Those girls don’t know a good thing when they see it. I have to say that Tui and Pania looked like a couple of ballerinas coming into the barn!
Christine
They really do look delicate don’t they. A lovely addition to the barn.. c
Coltrane! You mentioned Coltrane! I still have some of my dads old albums. Your descriptors are as vibrant as poor Kupa’s tail feathers. Morning Miss C…..t
Morning Miss T. he is vibrant isn’t he, I look forward to him doing that and back lit! c
He is so beautiful with those feathers up. What a magnificent shade of blue he is. Do tell him that despite those on the farm being unimpressed, here in Sydney, Australia, he has a secret admirer. And have a wonderful time visiting tomorrow – I do know that you’ll get a lot out of it but those you visit will be blessed even more xx
I will tell him, he will be grateful. I think he needs the moral support. Morning charlie! c
Kupa definitely looks very majestic to me, but perhaps the girls just need a bit more wooing…
Nice looking pig and amazing amount of wool 😉
Morning Mad, it is pretty amazing how much wool they drag about on their backs! c
way to go kupa! you will get better at this each time!
Bless him – he looks grand but maybe to his ladies it was the equivalent of the boys at school slapping on too much “Brut” aftershave (If you know what that is/was!)
Oh yes i do know what Brut is/was and he was rather eager!! morning tanya.. c
Your descriptive style of storytelling is always so spot-on creative. My favorite description today is about the 20 old men rubbing their worn hands together, hands that have never seen lotion.
I had to think what makes that shushing noise of all those feathers rubbing together. he kind of vibrated with it! Actually i probably should have written that too. Writing then publishing 5 minutes later is always tough, there are so many words that come to me later in the day!! c
Kupa is stunning for a young gent. Those snooty girls are playing hard to get … they will soon realise their grey velvet cloaks and mini tiarra’s are no match. Enjoy your day. Laura
morning laura, their mini tiaras are taking a hit, I just had to shoo them out from under an old car!! c
Well, you know – the girls have to play “hard to get” at the beginning. They can’t be tooooo easy! What fun to watch these young ones grow up. I would love to be with you on your visit to the old folks’ home – what joy you bring to them.
I would love to have you too Lois, it is quite a feat, trying to keep track of all the animals and birds! c
Poor Kupa! Young girls can be so cruel.
Yes they can be ! c