A few days ago our peacocks went missing. As they’re like big turkeys, I wished them the best, and expected to see them again…some day. Yesterday, we got the call. They were seen at a neighbors, harassing her horses and sleeping in the barn without paying any rent. So, at 7 a.m., I went out to the forest – acres of forest – and found the two birds. After many unsuccessful attempts at capturing them, I left. There was a need to cook breakfast after all. The bed and breakfast waits for no man…or glorified poultry.
At 1:00 we went out again, armed with a large animal carrier and plastic fence. My dream, to set up the fence, heard the birds inside, and then, BAM, capture them…some how. A few times, we actually did coral one into the fence trap – but he managed to escape. Peacocks, after all, are the wiliest of birds. In the end, they were corralled into a barn, not mine, but a neighbors, and locked up for the night. We’ll deal with the hands-on capture tomorrow.
The moral of the story: if you have peacocks lock them up. Otherwise, they’ll fly to the farthest reaches within .5 miles and live on the kind graces of your neighbors forever. Shunning those who feed them since the day they were 4 weeks old.