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He’s a great one for putting things in proportion, no doubt about that. “Time is like a river made up of the events which happen, and a violent stream; for as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, and another comes in its place, and this will be carried away too.”

He has great calmness which I suppose one should imitate and certainly he is very elevating to read. However I doubt if his walk was ever interrupted by a family of peacocks who had escaped from their enclosure.

As I was walking down to get to the wood that borders Oyster River yesterday, four large birds appeared about 30 meters from where I wanted to walk. They were three white birds about the size of a goose and a larger, dark coloured one whom I assumed was the mother of this brood. She had a short neck and a rather long protruding tail so she certainly was not a turkey. They were wandering about in the middle of the quiet country road where I wanted to pass. I have been regaled by stories of family members being chased by geese and swans so, in spite of my walking stick, I held back a little. Fortunately the Canada Post truck soon came by with flashing lights and a gentle toot of the horn.

Startled, they retreated to the brush at the side of the road and I hurried past. When I told my tale to my daughter last night she confirmed that there is a farm on the district that specializes in exotic birds. “ They sometimes escape onto the highway. It must have been peacocks.”

I shall have to keep my eyes peeled for a wandering ostrich or two. Well as old Marcus would say, “ All things soon pass away and become a mere tale. “ Not the most encouraging words for a blogger, but he has a point.