I had forgotten
to commemorate the occasion properly at the first of the month, but it’s been
right at a year since we held our first peacock funeral, very nicely summed up
here by Kay Powell for the Bitter
Southerner. It was rainy last
January, too, and likely as cold. Fresh
off the first Sunday of my tenure as interim choir director for the First United
Methodist Church, I led a rather rainy, squishy processional to the burial site
and was deeply unprepared for the challenges in walking and singing while being
out of shape. Nevertheless, I was
pleased that those in attendance were familiar with the first two verses and
refrain of “I’ll Fly Away.” Even the
cadre of collegians from Mercer who braved the unfortunate weather were
undaunted by the ways of their cousins from down the hill in Milledgeville. It
was indeed a situation right out of an O’Connor story, and I wager she’d have
had a chuckle or two at us had she been in attendance.
Since then,
Manley Pointer II has taken up the place of his namesake and is proving to be
as big of a hit with our guests. Manley II is young yet; I’ve seen him doing
laps around the aviary, and I know now how the assessment of Flannery’s visitor
so many years ago came about: “I bet that rascal could outrun a bus.” Joy/Hulga,
older and no doubt well-versed in the ways of aviary life, tends to give him
sidelong looks and is no doubt bemused at the ways of her new companion. He has opened his tail once while I’ve been
on duty at the farm; the feathers are short and his strut is a bit too
exuberant to be called such. But the sight is remarkable nevertheless—no doubt
practice for Spring and a new crop of feathers.
The prideful
ways of the peacock are a frequent topic in Flannery’s prose, but I believe
that the pride of a peacock is in equal share a projection of our pride and
self-assurance onto the bird putting itself on display in its strut. I think here of Father Flynn in “The
Displaced Person,” who is so deeply in thrall to the display of feathers that
divinity is made anew each time he sees them, when he clearly has a decent
grasp of God’s nature if his discussions with the troubled Mrs. McIntyre are
any indication. We relish the peacock’s confidence, even moreso if it’s a display
by one so young and brash. In that spirit we at the farm are proud indeed of
Manley II, and for the growth yet to come for him and for Andalusia in 2016.
Daniel Wilkinson is a Visitor Services Assistant, Man-About-Town, and Bon Vivant at Andalusia. He is no longer choir director at First United Methodist Church, but has his baton at the ready if duty calls once more.