AAAH! Clowns! That’s them! That’s them!
The ones I saw were the dark greys (…“greys”… like… “aliens!”) only they had puffy round cheeks that were bright blue so it looked like they were holding their breath.
They moved strangely.
I think what really freaked me out was that they reminded me of Mr. Roger’s Lady Elaine – the scariest puppet EVER! Aiiieeee!
As long as we’re delving into the divine art of precising, you have some peafowl. 
During my senior year in high school, I quit my bagging job at a local grocery store and hitched a part-time ride with OfficeMax working in their (at the time) “Business Center”. Flushed with the exciting possibilities of creating stamps, letterhead, business cards and magnets for myself, I ordered a set of business cards proclaiming a few things:
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[li]This card was a card of great poignancy;[/li][li]I was an excellent “Bob Theorist”;[/li][li]I was a collector of fine rhododendrons;[/li][li]And I would sing a song for peafowl.[/li][/ul]
Amazingly enough, almost eight years later, I still have a bunch of those cards left…
But really, g’bless peafowl. They are wonderful in soup and on business cards. 
Oh, and a great-uncle of mine built a giant water garden in his backyard in Kansas City, and managed to attract a family of peafowl. They’re very cute. But then, I don’t have to live nearthose noisy boids as he does.
So, what, you milked him? I’d pay to see that.
I’ve had both sheep and cows in my front garden. And I live in an urban area!
The sheep dropped off the back of the abbotior truck. DUnno where the cows came from. The nearest farm was 3 miles away and the farmer said they didn’t belong to him!
Do you whaaaannt… do you whaaaaaannnt to come back to my place? Bouncy bouncy!!! 
Thought Number 1:
Cul de sac Peacocks would be a good band name.
Thought Number 2:
FairyChatMom, beware of Peacock Pox !
Thought Number 3:
Is Tippy Hedren living any place close to you?
Sorry for the minor hijack, folks, but Marine_One? Get your semper fied ass over here, please.
We’re looking for a few good Kansas City Dopers
I lived in a house that a neighbor had one. It got on the porch all the time on the second floor. The bathroom was right there and it would peck at the window. I almost freaked when I first saw it staring at me take a shower.
Peacocks are evil mean birds of Satan. I grew up on a ranch (read animal sanctuary) with a dad that loved to have exotic animals (buffalo, llama, etc.). One day he decided to procure a muster of peafowl.
I cannot tell you how many times these birds would act in a gang-like fashion…cornering me in the horse barn. Those creatures had the most wicked spur claws that could (and did) slice you to the bone.
Trapped, I’d start yelling “help…help” all the while those damn birds are calling “help…help” as if they were mocking me. Over a year and a half period we killed them one by one. You see this gang of birds always had a leader. The leader was the aggressor that once his homeys had you cornered would fly right at your face spur claw-first. Off the leader with a feed bucket to the head and the next in line would take charge becoming the head of his or her gang of devil-birds.
Evil evil birds I say…peafowl soup Yum Yum!
Just be grateful you don’t live in Fitzgerald, GA home of the wild chicken. I have witnessed first hand the screeching and cackling of these birds and it ain’t pretty! 
They make peafowl sound like a heavenly angel choir by comparison.
A long time ago my parents lived next to a guy who raised peahens and you could hear them squalling a mile away. One of my sister’s friends was visiting and asked what the noise was, so my sister told her it was the local S & M parlor.
I had a friend who went to St. Mary’s College in MD, where they had peacocks all over the place—according to him, they made horrible noise in the morning.
Put me in the not huge fan of the birds camp. My folks used to have a pair.
I have to add this to my top 100 thread titles that sound dirty but really aren’t
Well, I’ve been home a bit over an hour, and nary a peafowl do I see. I hope the owner rounded them up - I’d hate to think they became a gator snack.
I sit here at my desk gazing out on an empty cul de sac as the rain falls… like so many tears… mourning the memory of the beautiful birds…
Aw, geez, that’s just too cheesy not to share!
If you really miss them, play this while you gaze at the rain-drenched cul de sac
