When I was around 3 or 4 years old, a peacock showed up at our house. We have no idea where it came from. One day, it just showed up. It would wander around different parts of our farm, but for those several weeks, it never left.
One day, I went outside to play. I was a little afraid of the great big, bright bird that had taken up residence, but Mr. Peacock appeared to be just as afraid of me as I was of him. Until THAT day. THAT day, the peacock decided my hair baubles (remember those?) looked apparently very tasty. Mr. Peacock began pecking at my head. I began running and crying and screaming (because I can be slightly melodramatic like that...). My mom started chasing the peacock and yelling at him. . Shortly thereafter, my dad caught Mr. Peacock and gave him to a not-very-close neighbor of ours. I've never been brave enough to see that scary movie about birds. . . 
And now, you know my secret shame...Beavers and peacocks hate me! Anyone know of an appropriate support group/intervention for my issues?
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Do you remember the peacock's call? THAT is scary too. Years ago, close neighbors kept one in a pen in their yard. When it got going, it sounded like a woman screaming "help" over and over. Great to fall asleep to.
He was just jealous of your pretty baubles. You were outshining his beauty.That whole pride goes before the eviction to the neighbor's farm type thing...:0)
Funny story! I am in NW AR, at Rogers. Come visit me at http://grannymountain.blogspot.com
hmmm....must be some kind of pheremone you give off or something....i guess we dont want to take the kids to like Gentry to the wild animal park then huh?
steff
I have always heard that peacocks can be the meanest things on the planet! You do have some good stories.
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