Who needs children? The peacock, who's sunbathing against our glass door again, is just like a grown child (ask Fudgey and Tink).
He comes and goes when he likes, leaves a mess every time he shows up, has a hint of respect and fear toward us but is deep down rebellious, pretends he doesn't see us at times though his ploys are transparent, we see his plumage fluff and fall, he can fly but chooses not to, and finally....he refuses to leave. Today, he brought a dozen friends home, some big, fat turkeys literally. Hi friends make a huge mess so I kicked them out, but he's still here.
