I’ve gotten used to living with bear, deer, fox, possum, coyote, raccoons, turkeys, rabbits and even snakes. They are native. They are supposed to be here.

Not peacocks.

1. I first noticed it a week ago when I looked out the kitchen window and thought my fence had sprouted a green wig.

2. At first he would hide when I came outside.

3. As time went on, he got a little bolder.

Then he got a lot bolder.

4. Then he got comfortable, plopped down my new phlox and helped himself to a dust bath.

5. He fans his tail feathers at one end of the yard. He must be seeing his reflection in a window there.

6. It’s hard to take a bad picture of him.

I have no clue where he came from although I’m sure he escaped from somewhere within a 10 mile radius. I suspect he likes my yard because the fence on the hill in the back gives him a clear view of everything around him. I also have birdbaths which provide water and no dogs.

I called the county animal control. They confirmed it’s a peacock, but there’s nothing they can do. Apparently there are a lot of escaped peacocks running around the county that are doing just fine. A peacock in one neighborhood likes to sun itself in the middle of the road. They eat what wild turkeys eat and this one seems to be self-sufficient.

There are downsides.

The birds all but disappeared, but are slowly getting used to what must look to them like a walking aircraft carrier. The turkeys have left. Privacy is gone too because it’s LOUD. If it didn’t keep calling for a girlfriend, no one would know it was around. The neighborhood stops by regularly to gawk at it. It roosts in a tree in my next door neighbor’s backyard. They are not happy being rudely awakened every morning at 5 am by a blast from a peacock.

Stay tuned for the further adventures of Me and Mr P.

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