We had a visit from the peacock this morning. I watched him carefully for a while as he walked through my garden, but he didn’t seem inclined to eat my plants, only to peck in the grass around the beds. So we left him alone for a while.
When both kids were awake, though, we took them out. Soon after the peacock headed on his way. I don’t blame him. It must be tough to focus on breakfast when there’s a one-year-old twenty feet away, shouting “Ba-cock! Ba-cock!” and then bursting into peals of maniacal laughter.