'We' ditched the peacocks. First the hens. They'd fight back when the clients chased their chicks. Then the cocks. Younger, new ones would still explore the streets off site on occasion and they shat on the furniture around the main eatery. Of course they molt all those showy feathers in late June.
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Bye Bye Birdie