The day dawned windy and cold yesterday.
During the morning chores I saw this.
Not good. Not good at all. The wind must have blown this unbreakable nylon thread out of my rubbish bin and it immediately snagged on the bird. Bad news Kupa, I told him. You are in a bit of trouble buddy.
This happened with a chook a few years ago and she had to be caught and the nylon cut off before it cut her feet off, since then I have been fastidious in disposing of the nylon that I rip out to open the feed bags. It is a danger to all birds, domestic and wild. I am very careful, but this one got away and look what happened.
Catching a peacock is nothing like catching a chicken. These birds are big and strong. The legs are long and dangerous. This was one thing I could not do this by myself and of course being a Saturday John was at work. I went back inside and I called my neighbour to come and then the postmistress (who lives further away) who I asked to go on call should I need any extra help.
Then I sat down to work out the best way to go about the rescue. Farming has trained me to have a good think before commencing. You have to think like the animal or bird you are going to try an capture. Often you only have one chance to get the job done. A spooked animal or bird makes the job a hundred times harder. Luckily I am pretty good at thinking like a bird!
I put on my leather gloves, (peacocks legs have sharp spurs) locked Ton in the house, tied Boo up, pulled down one of my carrying cages and stood it upright so the lid was open at the top, took some cat food (the peahens are always trying to steal the cats food) and sprinkled it along the rail close to where Kupa was standing, watching. Then I stood still and waited. Slowly, with his legs shackled, he crept along the rail pecking at the feed, until he was right in front of me, at eye level. I reached up and grabbed both his feet in one movement. It was a flappy mess for a moment, but once I had both feet in one hand I was able to guide him and all his feathers head first into the cage. Kupa hissed at me on the way down. And clocked at me when I turned him right side up. I have never heard a Peacock hiss before but he hissed. A jaw clenched, narrowed eyed hiss.
Much to my surprise Kupa sat quietly on my knee through the whole procedure. I held his body with one arm and his feet with my other hand and my neigbour slowly and carefully snipped and peeled each of the threads away and at last The Duke of Kupa was free again.
What a relief for all involved.
Pity I did not think to at least do my hair!! But now you have seen the clown suit. I wear it all the time. If you think the screen adds 10 pounds? The clown suit adds a hundred!!
Have a lovely day.
your friend on the farm,
ps .. and since I am what I eat – I am now officially a pear! True. Sheila and I were picking pears yesterday. One for me, one for the basket, one for the pig. She stood at the bottom of the ladder and pleaded. Looking pointedly at the rickety ladder with her hard sharp snout.