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My former boss lived in a semi rural area. A male peacock showed up. His grandkids and great grandkids though it was so wonderful. Then the calling and poop everywhere, even on top of the front porch made him less than happy.
One day when everyone else was gone, he pulled out his 12 gauge shotgun, and the peacock problem was solved. He tossed the corpse in a very wooded area near his house, and told the grandkids the peacock flew away. They were lucky enough to receive a nice hard rain that night and the house was pretty much poop free.
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Glen
49 Year member of the Porsche Club of America
1985 911 Carrera; 2017 Macan
1986 El Camino with Fuel Injected 350 Crate Engine
My Motto: I will never be too old to have a happy childhood!
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