The lovely pair just strutted out of the woods and onto the property and decided to stay.
They were not anyone's peacocks...no neighbor nearby had lost them. The police had not a clue as to who they belonged to.
We fed them dog and cat food and raspberries and raisins. They ate it all up and began to dance and be happy together. Which means a lot of feather fluffing, and tail fanning....with the peahen ignoring the male peacock. He was so happy to strut his stuff over and in the gardens and around the house. They perched and preened on the farm fencing,on the table saw and on our piles of lumber. They made a point of ignoring everything...the cat, the pug, and the passing cars...paying attention to only each other.
Occasionally the female would give out a "hoot, hoot" and the male then knew to follow.
At nightfall's approach the female flew up onto the big low branch on the huge old maple out front and she roosted. The male was quite clever, as he went around back, using the carport roof to make the three jumps to the highest point on the upper roof near the chimney where he could scan the road, woods and fields.

Ben's photo of the male peacock on the peak of the farmhouse just before sundown made the local and state newspapers. Ben has been the farm's studio photographer for many years. Most all of the wildlife photography is credited to Ben's skill with a camera...me I like my subjects to be sedentary flowers and art.
Guaranteed to hold still.
At the break of dawn (too early even for me) the male "deroofed" in 3 swooshing loud thumps and we knew the happy couple were reunited with the hooting and calling.....dancing and fluffing feathers.....on a down home Maine farm.

















