‘Saga’ understates
the length and complexity of this story. Briefly, Harry the Street Peacock
arrived some 14 years ago and, possibly the result of his absurdly optimistic
braying, was joined last Christmas day by a plurality of free-flying
peafowl. These settled down to 2 females and an immature male. A
few weeks ago, Harry met his end, being deliberately run down. Vivien
Lightfoot wrote to the C/Times about this, saying that just that day – or
the day before – she had videoed the unpredictable Harry consummating a
relationship of at least several seconds with one of his female guests. Vivien
provided footage that showed Harry’s shimmering train completely
covering the target of his affections. Who would have thought that Harry
had it in him after all those years. Therefore, there was some local speculation
that Harry’s genes might just live on, and then came rumours of some tiny
pealets around the corner in Wylie St. Today the two females – like
a mutually-supportive same-sex couple - arrived back at Harry’s former
haunts with their small flock of young Harrys and Harriets
