2011-2013
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Unfortunately all is not well with my peafowl family today. A sweet young peahen is no longer with us. She will be greatly missed by me, along with her sisters, mother, and mate. She will join Dragon, her beautiful pied father who two years ago met the same unfortunate fate. Maybe they will both wander a wonderful lush garden in the sky full of flowers and tasty bugs and comfy large trees to roost in at night.
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It all started around 3 PM today. I was at home in the garage making some jewelry when my mom came out to tell me to rush over to my grandma's (where we keep the peafowl, my grandma's is two miles away) because something was wrong with my birds. I got very worried. Was Peep all right? What about Alto? Is one just hurt or is one dead? As I went to pull out of the back yard I accidently ran over a bucket so that delayed me some. I was being caught at every single traffic light on my way there. When I finally pulled in, I drove up to the aviary and stared out there...I didn't see anyone hurt. All the peafowl looked relaxed and happy. My dad was in the aviary putting braces on the perches. I was relived to see Peep getting in my dad's way. I entered the pen and that is when I saw it. The body of one of my birds laying there. It looked like it had a lot of white on it. That is when I got worried. I thought, "No it can't be my only pied bird! Not Damsel!" It was not because I saw Damsel. Who was it? That is when I found out it was Fiona. Poor Fiona who had been attacked on her nest at night. Clumps of her feathers were all over the pen. I looked around. All the other peafowl were fine. Peep was watching my dad work, and the others were lying on a perch or lying in the shade relaxing. I went to go get some grease to grease the perches so that whatever got Fiona would not be able to climb up the perches to get at my other peafowl. When I walked back to the pen my dad had already taken Fiona out of the pen. I looked at her. Whatever killed her ate out her guts and her brain but left the meat. We found a big pile of raccoon poop near the pen and figured a raccoon probably was the culprit so we set up a few traps near the pen with cat food and sardines and hopefully we will have something.
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Little Fiona foraging for food with Ice.
Little Fiona relaxing with Ice.
Fiona all grown up.
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