There’s so much to delight the eye in our peacock pens. Here all the beautiful textures and colours of this old lichen-covered post are framed by the glorious displays of the two handsome boys strutting their stuff in the background.
I happened to be chatting with one of my poultry customers today about suitable enclosures for Golden Pheasants. I explained to him that these stunningly beautiful birds can’t be allowed to free range outside their pens as they revert to being wild within about half an hour of release and you never see them again. … Continue reading
When visitors to our farm walk past the two peafowl pens they see three peacocks with their gloriously vibrant trains of blue, green and gold feathers and five peahens in grey, brown and cream camouflage plumage. Closer inspection, however, reveals that one of those three peacocks is really a very elderly peahen, more than 20 … Continue reading
A few mornings ago I was lying cosy and warm in bed while gentle rain played soft music on the tin roof, when a sound that shouldn’t have been there filtered slowly into my consciousness. It was the insistent ‘Come back!, Come back!’ call of a female Guinea Fowl somewhere much closer to my window … Continue reading
A couple of weeks ago our grand old peacock, thought to be about 30 years of age, looked ill one day and died the next. I will miss his beautiful presence but am happy that he lived such a long and healthy life in the company of his three, similarly elderly wives. His displaying tournaments … Continue reading
A day or two before Clyde the Peacock arrived for his brief and ill-fated stay, our tamest peahen, Angela, began sitting on a clutch of eggs. These were the last eggs of the season and I didn’t hold out much hope for their fertility. (All the rest of this season’s eggs went into the incubator … Continue reading