We had missed our flight.
What a way to start the first day of camp, eh? Arriving at 10pm in the dark gives a great first impression.
I had pulled an all-nighter as our flight was at 4am, which was a very stupid thing to do. I felt like death while waiting for the next plane to fly.
I was grumpy. I’m sure my little brother was too.
The car ride was awkward because everyone but my little brother and the driver was asleep.
I remember waking up and groggily stepping out of the car. The first thing I remember from the camp was a startling loud cry of a very, very familiar bird.
It was a peacock call.
During nighttime Kevin would hop up waaay up there in a pine tree, startling children walking underneath whenever they make a nighttime call. I had made a little game out of it; trying to find Kevin whenever he was in a tree. He was usually camouflaged too well among the branches and leaves but sometimes I would see the little jitter of his tail feathers.
The Animal Area was what it was called: an area for the animals of the camp. What we called the “Bird Aviary” housed many different species of birds: peacocks, pigeons, silkie chickens, and a lionhead rabbit.
The most valuable peacock we had was a half albino, half normal peacock, and he was settled in the Aviary. Prince Charming and his Princess, two albinos, were also in the Aviary.
When I was in China I grew up hearing the calls of peacocks day and night.
Most people wouldn’t expect there to be peacocks in China but for some reason there was a hotel that had peacocks in it.
Being at camp and hearing Kevin and Nicholas Cage cawing all the time brought a slight feeling of nostalgia.
After my five out of six weeks of camp was up I was told that the peacocks were actually called Kenny.
Why had nobody told me this earlier?
I had been calling them the wrong name for five weeks? But even the counselors called them Kevin!
I still call the peacocks Kevin. Old habits die hard.