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I tagged along on a Master Gardener trip to Weathersfield and found this fellow confined to a cage:

His companion was a pure white (leucistic, not albino) female:

Shortly thereafter, he deployed for action. Part of the dance involves rattling all those quills:

I had no idea peacocks have wooly white underwear!

The female remained utterly uninterested throughout the entire show; evidently, one can get used to anything if it happens often enough.

Raj, our correspondent from India, surely has these things like we have turkeys: enough to be a nuisance.