I want to add that they yell at many irrelevant things. Unfamiliar sounds, loud sounds, movement, when they are possessed by the demons of yelling for no reason. If you yell at them, they yell back. Yelling is often accompanied by booty shaking by the boys. In any case itās a whole hearted yell, one they throw their heads back and use all their lungs for. I envy that ability. Someone should be allowed to get away with yelling like that, just screaming into the void for no reason.
Iāve seen mine watch planes in the sky and chatter so that everyone else looks up at the sky to find it. If you look up and replicate the chatter noise, they will look up too. If you look at something for long, they will come look at it as well. If you tap at something the way they do when pecking at something to eat, they will come over to judge if it is edible, but unlike chickens who will mostly try anything or just walk away without comment, peafowl will either try it or shake their heads ānoā at it. If one of them shakes their head no, the others will not try it either and will often start shaking their heads ānoā too. It can be their favorite treat but it doesnāt matter. One of them judged it inedible. If looking at something isnāt enough, they will tap it with their beak or pick it up and clack it in their beak a few times before dropping it to look at it some more.
They have a particular noise which means danger. Itās easy to replicate and causes them to fluff their necks and begin looking at everything even more. It makes them honk when they canāt find anything wrong. Sometimes one of them will make it on accident, or because they had a bad dream or because they thought they saw something but it was actually nothing and they all become inconsolable for ten minutes until nothing continues to happen.
They play. Iāve seen the chickens take interest in an item or do pleasurable things like take a dust bath or eat treats from a puzzle treat ball, or swing on swings when they jump up to find out what this thing is, but peacocks play. Give them a soft cat toy they canāt swallow and they will play with it. They will grab it up and shake it and toss it and chase after it. They will play with a laser pointer. They will chase a string or a strip of fabric. They incite play with each other the way dogs do, by crouching low and flipping their wings out in an invitation to chase them. When you do, they bounce away from you in silly hop-jumps and then turn around because now itās your turn. If you run, they will scamper after you. It is even more delightful to watch them do this with one another as they perform acrobatics I cannot possibly replicate without the use of wings. They will play follow the leader around objects.
They have discussions. This may seem like Anthropomorphising them, but they will talk to each other through a fence that separates them, sometimes for hours. The girls try to decide who is boss by grouping up and chattering about it for a while first. Sometimes thatās all it takes. The good boys submit to the girls in a bowing display. They come over and put the tip of their beak to the dirt and fluff the back of their neck just behind the head. The girl will sometimes follow suit, making soft noises. Sometimes she will groom the back of his neck instead. Sometimes he is ignored or gets a sharp peck for his intrusion. If birds, peafowl or otherwise, are arguing, often the peafowl will place themselves in the middle to stop it. Particularly if the peahens are arguing, peacocks will slowly walk into the middle with their heads down to prevent a fight.
They know each other and actually care if someone is missing from the flock. The saddest thing I have ever witnessed was the year I lost a boy to extreme cold when he fell asleep away from the heat. I removed his body before the others could see, thinking it would save them from hurt. Instead they spent days calling for him to come home. I have lost two flock birds since then and both times I left the bodies in the pen for a day. Both times the flock gathered around them. Both times they mourned, sitting by the body or attempting to get them to respond. But both times, after I took them away, there was no calling.
They are thinking about things all the time. They seek revenge. They will get sneaky about it. They walk up to things sideways if they intend to sneak attack. I watched one sidle up to a sleeping cat and when I told her not to touch the cat (a command or at least tone of voice she knew) she looked back at me and considered her options. She would get in trouble if she touched the cat. She looked back at the cat, because it was sleeping and comfortable and thatās not allowed. Then she looked dead at me in challenge once more, and started slamming her beak next to the cat, which woke the cat and made her vacate the space. The peahen then looked back at me like you canāt yell at me because I didnāt touch her. That same girl hated my dad and would come up on him sideways to try to attack him before he saw her. I had a boy that my mother tossed a crinkled piece of paper at and it startled him, but he thought the dog threw it, so he chased her instead.
They are afraid of the dark. Every single one of them. They will not go into a dark room. We put nightlights in their coops because they are big babies and thatās the only way they will go inside to roost where itās actually safe. If it goes out they will start yelling until you wake up and fix it.
Peafowl are amazing and very weird creatures that I, for one, am very grateful to have in my life.
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