Sunday Shenanigans: When Cooper Led the Peacock Parade
- Debra Flaming
- Nov 2
- 2 min read
Updated: Nov 3
Some Sundays remind us that life on the farm is anything but predictable.
The day began peacefully. Dion and I headed to the early church service, grateful for the quiet rhythm of worship that starts our week off right. Before we left, Dion made his usual rounds to close and secure all the gates—an important precaution, since Cooper has a knack for testing the boundaries of his domain. Gus, our easy-going farm dog, is content to stay within his roomy fenced areas. Cooper, however, is our four-legged explorer—clever, determined, and far too proud of his problem-solving skills.
After church, we stopped to visit my elderly parents and ran a few errands before heading home. As we pulled into the driveway, there he was—Cooper —standing tall and triumphant as if to announce, “You won’t believe what I’ve been up to!”
We laughed and shook our heads. But the real surprise came when we stepped into the house. The back door stood wide open. On the kitchen floor was a soft mound of dust—evidence of Cooper’s long, cozy nap. Then we noticed the feathers. One in the hallway. A few by the stove. Another under the table.
It didn’t take long to piece together the scene: our adventurous mini-Aussie had apparently hosted his very own peacock parade through the kitchen. Judging by the variety of feathers—white, gray, and shimmering green-purple from our proud male—he must have invited the whole royal entourage inside. Thankfully, no harm done; only a few misplaced feathers and one very self-satisfied dog.
Life on the farm has a way of keeping us humble, laughing, and thankful all at once. We plan and prepare, but sometimes the day unfolds in ways that remind us to see joy in the unexpected.
Faith Reflection
As I swept up feathers and smiled at the evidence of our impromptu parade, I couldn’t help but think of how God delights in surprising us. Even in the ordinary moments—or the messy, feather-filled ones—He sprinkles joy into our days. We may strive for order and predictability, but sometimes His greatest gifts come wrapped in laughter and wonder.
Sincerely,
Debra Flaming
