To put in my sour two cents worth, I hate peacocks with an undying passion. They're hideously noisy, messy, destructive and stupid. A family down the block owned a couple of young cocks who would periodically escape and come over and feed on the seed pods dropped by my next door neighbor's mock orange. I'd sit there next to the window with my scoped airgun just waiting for one of those b*st*rds to step onto my property but they never did. I guess it just goes to show that enough hostility broadcasts a warning quite some distance. My university had a picnic area up on top of a hill that was infested with peafowl and there are a couple of upscale neighborhoods in SoCal that are likewise. On slow news days, the Times digs up stories about the intracommunity battles over the peafowl. It makes for some entertainment, let me tell all.