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05/28/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

This evening, one of the emus and I conducted a coordinated perimeter patrol.

On opposite sides of the fence, naturally.

Boundaries are important.

We proceeded up and down the property line in complete synchronization—two large flightless birds silently evaluating the estate and, quite possibly, each other.

I will admit… there is something respectable about the emus. They are tall, serious, and equally committed to unnecessary pacing.

However, let the record show:

This was not friendship.

This was professional collaboration.

Temporary.

Monitored.

And conducted under my supervision.

— Chandler
Perimeter Security, Feathered Division 🦚👑





05/26/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

The tiny floof units continue to receive regular meals, constant supervision, and entirely unreasonable levels of accommodation.

And yet…

They eat as though civilization is collapsing.

Every meal is approached with urgency, determination, and the apparent belief that this may be their final opportunity to consume food for the next decade.

I am told this is the influence of their feral mother’s instincts—an inherited survival strategy despite the fact that these kittens have, quite literally, never missed a meal in their lives.

Remarkable.

The orange one, Julius, watches them with what I can only assume is recognition.

Honestly, it is the most focused I have ever seen any cats on this estate.

At one point, I issued a supervisory call from the background to remind everyone that dining should maintain at least some level of dignity.

My feedback was ignored.

— Chandler
Director of Feeding Operations & Portion Control 🦚👑





05/20/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

An update regarding Julius, the orange estate addition:

Recovery is underway.

New photographs of his wound have been provided for those monitoring the situation, and I am pleased to report that the angry crater formerly attached to his head is beginning to show signs of improvement.

Progress.

At last.

Additionally, Julius has now been introduced to the tiny floof units—also known as “the kittens.”

The meeting appeared… civil.

No dramatic incidents. No screaming. Minimal chaos. Honestly, better than most goose interactions.

Julius remains somewhat scruffy, mildly offended by modern medicine, and deeply suspicious of human intentions, but he is healing—and, against all odds, beginning to settle into estate life.

I will continue overseeing operations from a safe and judgmental distance.

— Chandler
Supervisor of Recovery & Controlled Introductions 🦚👑





05/11/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

It is, regrettably, that time of year again.

The goslings are hatching.

Tiny yellow descendants of chaos, arriving with surprising speed and absolutely no concern for long-term planning.

Now, The Keeper insists she did not intend to acquire more geese. However, I invite you to attempt removing eggs from a determined mother goose and report back on your experience… assuming you survive.

As such, several of these small honking liabilities will be made available to suitable ranch homes.

Please.

Take them.

I would also like to formally address an ongoing injustice within this establishment.

Apparently, The Keeper has declared that we will not be acquiring female peafowl because she “doesn’t need a party of peacocks.”

For the record:

I disagree.

Strongly.

A party of peacocks sounds magnificent.

Unfortunately, my opinions are being ignored by management.

— Chandler
Victim of Administrative Overreach 🦚👑





Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚The estate has acquired… additional cats.Two of them.Tiny. Floofy. Alarm...
05/09/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

The estate has acquired… additional cats.

Two of them.

Tiny. Floofy. Alarmingly confident for creatures approximately the size of a respectable lunch.

One is a grey tabby. The other is a calico. Both appear to be female, both are long-haired, and both have already begun behaving as though they own the property.

I am told their current working titles are “Mittens” and “Smitten,” though The Keeper seems uncertain whether these names meet official standards.

Frankly, I have concerns.

They are, at present, available for suitable placement. However, should no appropriate applicants emerge, they may remain here under estate supervision—which, if history has taught us anything, is exactly how these situations become permanent.

This, apparently, is what happens when one assists a stray cat.

The universe responds by shipping additional cats directly to your location.

An aggressive redistribution system, if you ask me.

I will continue monitoring the situation from a safe and dignified distance.

— Chandler
Supervisor of Unexpected Population Growth 🦚👑





05/06/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

This morning, while conducting a full display in the driveway—an entirely appropriate venue for such magnificence—I was interrupted by The Keeper in a truck.

There was honking.

Directed at me.

I would like to clarify:

I was already speaking.

Naturally, I responded.

Louder.

With authority.

If one insists on communicating during an active presentation, one must be prepared for a reply of equal or greater significance.

I did not move immediately. Art should not be rushed.

Eventually, I allowed passage. You’re welcome.

— Chandler
Director of Traffic & Vocal Excellence 🦚👑





04/24/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

Today’s observation took place ringside… or rather, fence-side.

Ivo was positioned in a down—calm, composed, and demonstrating what I am told is “proper behavior” while assisting his sister with her BH preparation.

Impressive stillness. Acceptable focus.

Naturally, I conducted a closer inspection.

From the front.

At eye level.

Because if one is going to claim composure, it should hold under scrutiny.

Ivo remained steady. Unshaken. Even as I evaluated him with the attention such a performance deserves.

I will admit… this is progress.

The dogs are learning.

Under supervision.

— Chandler
Evaluator of Standards, Close Range Division 🦚👑





04/21/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

An urgent matter has been brought before the estate.

A new resident—Julius, the long-haired orange cat—has taken it upon himself to join our ranks. While his decision to align with this establishment shows excellent judgment… his current condition does not meet acceptable standards.

He has sustained a head wound that insists on behaving poorly—closing, then abscessing, then repeating this entirely unacceptable cycle. In addition, he requires the usual onboarding procedures: vaccination, neutering, worming, and, quite frankly, a bath.

An appointment has been secured for Monday.

The estimated cost: $700–$1000.

While I oversee many things, I do not personally handle financial transactions. This is where you come in.

If you are in a position to assist, contributions may be made directly to the veterinary clinic (link provided by The Keeper). Your support will ensure Julius receives the care required to properly uphold the standards of this estate.

He has chosen us.

We will not fail him.

— Chandler
Guardian of Standards & Unexpected Admissions 🦚👑





04/13/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

Today’s scheduled presentation for the visiting dogs was… interrupted.

I had positioned myself appropriately—tail fully displayed, feathers immaculate, audience assembled. Standards were being upheld.

And then—

The sky betrayed me.

Without warning, a torrential downpour descended upon the estate. In April. In Vacaville. Highly irregular. Deeply inappropriate.

Feathers were compromised.

Conditions deteriorated rapidly.

I made the executive decision to secure my assets (the tail) and relocate to a covered area with immediate urgency and only minimal loss of dignity.

The audience, I regret to report, remained.

Observing.

Judging, perhaps.

Let the record show: the performance was flawless.

The weather was not.

— Chandler
Unfairly Affected by Atmospheric Conditions 🦚👑





04/07/2026

Royal Correspondence from Chandler the Peacock 🦚

Today, the lower fields were… submerged.

On purpose, I am told.

The Keeper has released a controlled flood across the land in an effort to maintain this relentless “green” situation throughout the summer. Water now moves with determination where, quite frankly, walking used to be simpler.

I conducted a full inspection from higher ground.

Findings are as follows:

• The water travels with unnecessary enthusiasm.
• Small creatures—one notably resembling a traveling clawed appetizer—have emerged and are navigating the situation with alarming confidence.
• Ivo has chosen to fully embrace the conditions.

Yes. While I remain dry, composed, and elevated, he is out there… wading. Splashing. Enjoying it.

Deliberately.

I will never understand this.

That said, the fields do look exceptional. Lush. Green. Worthy of admiration—preferably from a safe and dignified distance.

The flood may remain.

I will not be participating.

— Chandler
High Ground Specialist & Water Avoidance Expert 🦚👑





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