My mom "used to" have a male peacock that was the meanest ole' cuss you've ever seen until I was headed out to quail hunt one morning and it sneak attacked my yellow lab Becky and all the kicking and screaming I could do wouldn't get him to go away but the boom stick... I mean the coyotes took care of him... and I got a really nice stock of really cool feathers to add to my tying desk. I hate thinking my mom actually believes that coyotes really killed that bird but she would skin me alive if I told her it was number eights to the head from spitting distance.
Steve