We used to live in a village where a local farmer kept Peafowl. Every spring the Peacocks from a neighbouring village would come to visit - and the whole lot of them would make the most appalling racket. Two of them once got involved in a driven Pheasant shoot and were `put up` by the beaters. They flew leisurely towards the guns until `spooked` by the guns firing when they `jinked` almost vertically, dropped and then `jinked` up again - a bit like the biggest, ungainliest and slowest Woodcock that you ever saw ! Nobody actually shot at them but during the debate afterwards as to whether they could be considered `game` a springer spaniel decided that enough was enough and removed a mouthful of feathers from the cockbirds` tail.