Rex hates Poppy Peahen being a free bird, but she loves it. When I go into the garden, she
follows making assorted popping noises. I’m her feeder; she equates me with
food. If I emerge from the house without offering her a morsel, I get a great
deal of clucking.
Quizzical looks from the Indian Peafowl that flew into our lives out of the blue. |