30 October 2020

86. Peacock Practice

My Peacock Pops has full breeding plumage.

He’s never looked better.

When there’s a loud noise he honks or shrieks with over-sensitive hearing.

Pops is ready to go-go, but the Peahen isn’t.

For peachicks to hatch the eggs must be kept a constant 40 degrees. 

With rainy days this week the average temperature is only half that. 

She would have to work too hard and success is unlikely. 

Instead, she mostly ignores him tail up and keeps on eating. 

If Pops becomes too persistent, she sidles up against the house where a 3 metre train can’t go.

After hours of carrying the long covert feathers high and receiving no attention at all, Pops deflates his tail and scouts for insects in the lawn.

Though Pops has the hots for Poppy Peahen, it isn’t hot enough yet.

Maybe in November, or when breeding season begins in December.

Pops dances slow pirouettes and chases her like crazy, the most amorous bird I’ve seen. 

Doing the shimmy-shimmy shake and prancing beautifully, sometimes it makes the fan for me, my husband, the dog or really, just because it can. Pops seriously loves to be admired.

Here so long, it poses proudly for the camera. It might sound unbelievable, but the males and females camouflage well in the garden amongst leafy trees and shrubs.

Pops hopes that flashing his iridescent eye feathers about will hypnotize Poppy so that he can quickly get it on.

Indians believe the Peacock honking, hooting and crowing means it will rain. 

Pops has been louder than ever this last fortnight, when we have had 5 inches of rain. 

Four weeks to practice shaking his long feathers, quivering, rattling, stomping, converting its head and breast into a distinct blue triangle before the official breeding season starts.

Trying to beguile his lady by constantly parading his gold, green and bronze plumes in the sun.

Poppy  walks away after a fleeting glance while Pops shimmering fan impresses any humans that see it.

The female Indian Peafowl pretends not to be wowed but will succumb any day. 

In the bird world persistence pays.

Until then she enjoys hogging all the food and being entertained with the most spectacular courtship ritual there is.

And, why not?

Can you imagine the discomfort of squeezing out up to 6 eggs then systematically starving yourself while sitting on the one spot for 28 days during the hottest time of the year? 

Poor Poppy and p
oor Pops, but they’ll both get their day in the sun I think. 


  1. I'm sure I remember exactly what Mr Pops must feel like, not that I ever looked so good nor danced so well. ❤

  2. Oh, Steve, it's not summer yet. We have had a warm and mild spring with lots of rain. Peacock breeding season is summer and we aren't there yet. Mr. Pops is just a randy old devil, practicing to try it on. Three more weeks to go, I'm sure he can wait. Thank you!