UPDATE - MARCH, 2001 |
All of the above happened in the fall of 2000, and we called to see how
Pete was doing now, in the spring of 2001. The report was that Pete, as one of the younger birds, and
a stranger to the territory, did indeed have a difficult time. Anne, (the real name of our Peacock Lady)
says that everything seems to be alright now, Pete is somewhere at the middle of the current pack of
8 juveniles. Unfortunately, I don't think we'll get any more updates, Anne says it's hard to keep track
of individual birds, they have complete freedom to leave, if they want.
We miss Pete - sort of.
We loved seeing him stand up to any other animal on the property, dogs, cats, whatever, he was KING.
We'll miss the people that stopped by to see how Pete was doing. We won't miss the fact that he ate
absolutely anything - including all the flowers, berries and buds of any plant within reach. The doctor's
offices, next to us, and the lady across the street, both had small gardens that Pete regularly raided.
Pete learned that when the lady from across the street left in her car, he would have free access to
her garden, in spite of her large Labrador. She said the only thing Pete wouldn't eat was her basil.