One more post about the peacock. I just could not resist it. Not when it so beautifully danced on my birthday on my porch amongst my flowers. The peahen as usual was pretty blase about it. She ate the bajra with nary a glance at the dancing peacock. He shook his feathers at her, and she hopped across on to a tree.
My colleague, Shankari, and I had a good laugh. The peahen, according to us two females, knows how to deal with a male.
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