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🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the PeacockIt has rained lightly through the night, and yes — I am wet.Do not be al...
12/17/2025

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

It has rained lightly through the night, and yes — I am wet.
Do not be alarmed. Shelter was available. I simply declined it.

When rain touches my feathers, my colors shift: my blue neck turns a deep green, and my emeralds warm into copper and bronze. Consider it a limited-edition palette. Seasonal. Exclusive.

The rain may dampen my feathers, but it does not dampen my demeanor. I remain vigilant, judgmental, and exceptionally handsome — just with a bit more sheen.

I will dry in my own time. Preferably in the open air, where I can be properly admired.

– Chandler the Peacock
Weatherproof, Unbothered, & Still in Charge

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🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the PeacockA tragic update from the estate: we are down to a single duck — a drake ...
12/11/2025

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

A tragic update from the estate: we are down to a single duck — a drake who has, quite understandably, taken refuge with the geese after losing his flock to the fox. The geese, being loud, dramatic, and utterly convinced they are in charge, have accepted him into their honking hierarchy.

I, naturally, attempted to befriend the geese myself some time ago.
They declined.
Quite rudely, I might add.

Yet this drake strolls in, quacks twice, and suddenly he’s part of the inner circle?

It appears the old saying “duck, duck, goose” has proven true once again.
But in our case it’s more like goose, goose… duck.

Definitely not peacock, peacock, goose.
I have tested this theory thoroughly.

Still, I will observe this new alliance with grace from a respectable (and safe) distance. The geese may run in a gaggle, but I run the estate.

– Chandler the Peacock
Unacknowledged Social Icon & Goose Snub Survivor

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12/07/2025

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

Esteemed followers, I present to you Lady Luna — a distinguished canine guest of Willow Tree Ranch who is currently seeking a forever castle.

Luna is about five years old, delightfully energetic, and would thrive as the one and only royal pet in your domain. She respects ranch royalty like myself and the other large creatures here… but when it comes to other dogs? She prefers not to share her throne. Cats are strictly forbidden from her court.

Her talents include:
• Zoomies worthy of a victory parade
• Extreme loyalty to her chosen human
• Being the absolute center of attention (I deeply relate)

If you are looking for a devoted best friend — one who will shower you with love, adventure, and comedic enthusiasm — Luna is eagerly awaiting her future human.

Please consult the Keeper of the Estate for audience requests.

– Chandler the Peacock
Ambassador of Adoptable Friends & Judge of Character

11/21/2025

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

Today’s report concerns the ongoing… peculiarities of the Emu Department — namely Thing 1 and Thing 2, the large, feathered curmudgeons who have never quite appreciated my elegance.

It appears they have once again confiscated Ivo’s beloved purple balls and tucked them neatly into their nest. The white balls? Completely ignored.

Clearly, they believe the purple ones resemble their eggs.
Or perhaps they are simply color-challenged.
Or perhaps they are simply difficult.

As male emus, they do take great pride in nest-building, incubating, and fussing over anything round. But must they hoard every sphere that rolls across the estate?

Meanwhile, I — a creature of culture — am forced to watch from a safe, respectful distance, lest they mistake me for a problem that needs to be incubated, relocated, or pecked into compliance.

Such is life among the giants.

– Chandler the Peacock
Royal Observer of Emu Shenanigans & Keeper of My Own Feathers

11/17/2025

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

This evening’s supper was proceeding perfectly… until the feline interlopers arrived.

Noah — the pale one who insists on lounging upon the Keeper of the Estate like some sort of pampered lap-warmer — attempted to insert himself into my dining experience. And Naamah lurked behind me, plotting her own snack heist.

I maintained grace, dignity, and only slightly dramatic side-eye as I defended my rightful portion.

I am patient.
I am tolerant.
But I am not sharing.

– Chandler the Peacock
Feathered First-Class Passenger, Zero-Cats Policy Enforcer

11/13/2025

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

The estate hosted a distinguished guest this past weekend — Herr Marko Koskensalo, here for a most prestigious workshop and trial preparations. The air was thick with focus, determination, and… well, Ivo’s ball.

While the working dogs honed their skills for the upcoming DVG Nationals, I took it upon myself to provide moral support and light supervision. Some might say I got a bit too close to a few competitors — but truly, how else does one ensure excellence?

As for Ivo, currently on a royal sabbatical due to a hamstring inconvenience, I made certain he did not grow complacent. I supervised his recovery playtime personally, reminding him that greatness never rests (except when I do).

– Chandler the Peacock
Resident Supervisor, Feathered Authority, & Canine Confidence Coach

11/06/2025

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🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

This morning, I was observed running amok across the estate. Some may interpret it as chaos — I assure you, it was strategic exercise. A proper supervisor must maintain both form and flair.

The Keeper of the Estate looked on, equal parts entertained and exasperated. I take that as applause.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve earned a snack and a nap in the sun. Supervising is exhausting, you know.

– Chandler the Peacock
Resident Supervisor & Occasional Whirlwind
🦚 “Feathers may fade, but fabulous is forever.”

11/02/2025

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

This weekend, the Keeper of the Estate invited a guest named Christian Gomez () to lead a protection workshop. Quite the spectacle, really — dogs barking, handlers focused, and everyone pretending not to notice me.

Naturally, I couldn’t let the occasion pass without making an appearance. I strolled right onto the field to offer guidance and a touch of sophistication. The humans called it a “distraction.” I call it supervision.

Mr. Gomez seemed very capable — though I suspect even he was impressed by my calm under pressure. After all, not everyone can strut through a field full of working dogs with such poise.

Another successful inspection completed. You’re welcome, Willow Tree Ranch.

– Chandler the Peacock
Resident Supervisor & Occasional Distraction
🦚 “Feathers fade, but fabulous is forever.”

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the PeacockToday, I accompanied the Keeper of the Estate into the kennel quarters —...
10/23/2025

🦚 Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock

Today, I accompanied the Keeper of the Estate into the kennel quarters — a new frontier in my supervisory duties. She was hosing out the kennels, and I felt it was my royal obligation to ensure proper technique and water distribution.

It was my first official visit to this sector, and I must say, the acoustics were quite impressive. A bit echoey for my taste, but it does lend itself well to a dramatic entrance.

Overall, I found the process satisfactory, if a bit damp for my liking. I shall consider future inspections… pending the availability of snacks.

– Chandler the Peacock
Resident Supervisor, Willow Tree Ranch Animal Sanctuary
🦚 “Feathers fade, but fabulous is forever.”

🦚 A Message from Chandler the PeacockResident Supervisor, Willow Tree Ranch Animal SanctuaryThe Keeper of the Estate was...
10/21/2025

🦚 A Message from Chandler the Peacock
Resident Supervisor, Willow Tree Ranch Animal Sanctuary

The Keeper of the Estate was at it again today — mowing the field with that dreadful roaring contraption. Naturally, I stationed myself directly in front of it. Not in fear, of course. It’s called passive protest.

You see, when the mower stops, the feeding begins. I find this to be a highly effective system. She claims I’m “in the way.” I prefer to think of it as performance-based management.

The freshly cut field does look rather lovely, though. A proper stage for my post-meal strut.

– Chandler the Peacock
🦚 “Feathers fade, but fabulous is forever.”

Um Chandler? I don’t think peacocks can swim…
07/17/2025

Um Chandler? I don’t think peacocks can swim…

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