The Peacock, they say, did not at first have the beautiful feathers in which he now takes so much pride. Juno, whose favorite the Peacock was, granted these feathers to him one day when he begged her for a train of feathers to distinguish him from the other birds. Then, decked out in his finery, gleaming with emerald, gold, purple and azure, he strutted proudly among the birds. All regarded him with envy. Even the most beautiful pheasant could see that his own beauty was surpassed.
Originally a Photograph I took then used Photoshop with sketch….