Who knows what lurks in the mind of a Peacock.  Faithful, true, interested, devoted, all that seems to be part of “peacock nature.”  How do I know?  I have been adopted by a lone bird that follows me from room to room looking in my window, even at night.  This guy, for the second time, at dusk has flown up into a tree outside my bedroom window and stares at me.  So last night I had a conversation with him.  “look,” I said.  “You can hang out with me, but you have to quit pooping on my decks and front walk.”  “Right,” he replied sarcastically.