As I mentioned earlier, the monastery I went
to earlier this month had a bevy of peafowl.
Or perhaps it was a muster, an ostentation
or a pride of peafowl. The babies are referred to
as peachicks. Isn't that cute? And the males
enjoy a harem of peahens, in case you were wondering.
A group of the males is sometimes referred to as
a pulchritude. Who came up with that word?!?
Anyway, Steve saw them lining up in the evening
in pecking order to fly high (like 100 feet up!)
into the pecan trees. They were sitting up there
when I woke up the next morning. I've never seen
peacocks in a tree before, and it was pretty fabulous.