When I was a kid growing up in Hopkinton RI, I was visiting a friends house and the girls father asked me to go out and turn the lights on in the barn. I turned the lights on and there was an ungodly scream. Damn Peacocks!
I thank the Good Lord that the girls brother wore the same size pants as I did. They laughed so hard and said I did not touch the ground except for once between the barn and the house.
I have hated peacocks since then.