You should have seen me walking down the street, cradling this peacock, craning her neck to enjoy the view, wrapped in a blanket, in my arms. The two of us made quite a spectacle, and quite a few cars slowed down to do a double take.
She is now safe, and warm and dry, in a stall in our barn, with fresh straw bedding. She doesn’t seem to be able to walk. But she doesn’t seem too nervous about being taken care of. I’ve put food and water within her reach, and she has already dug into the cat food, (a peacock favorite, plus she probably needs the extra protein right now). There are no obvious broken bones or bleeding, but I don’t want to further traumatize her by inspecting more thoroughly yet. I have considered contacting a bird rescue group, but, of course, it is the weekend and they are unreachable. But aside from that, this little peacock already lives part time at our farm, her flock is here, she is acclimated to us, and because of keeping chickens, I have the supplies to help her. We’ll see if she needs additional medical attention after she’s had a little time to regain her strength. I suspect we may be nursing this little peacock back to health here at the farm. “My Little Chickens” on fb
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Stories from an urban farm.