peacocks, daddys, and daughters

So we have a quickly growing flock of peacocks who think ours is their home.  They are beautiful, for sure, but also LOUD and MESSY.  David has had enough.  He has a secret plan to trap and relocate, just to thin the 'herd'.  His prize catch would be the most brilliant male, as he seems the most active with the ladies.  (This year, Dave threw away over 22 eggs...and still 4 chicks hatched that we know of...)

Yesterday, Dave's dream almost came true.  The cockiest of males had found his way into our dog run, and actually into a small igloo dog house inside the dog run.  The problem was, his tail feathers were too long and cumbersome for him to get turned around.  David rushed in the house with a sparkle in his eye. Let the relocation begin.

Enter Laura Lee.  Not happy.  She loves that peacock.  He's part of her childhood.  Tears.  Pleading.

Long story short, after hours of letting him try to escape on his own, we ended up pulling the peacock out of the dog house by his lovely tail feathers and setting him free....

Daddys and daughters.  that's how it works.    ;)

(feather fatalities)