In Hondo, with Peafowl
The dog is suspicious, and rightly so. They are loud and will walk everywhere, and leave sincere brown piles of crap wherever they go. Then they step in it and traipse it further, or closer. In the afternoon, the men pick up a bb gun and head to the front porch. Swapping the weapon back and forth, they shoot at the creatures for a half hour or more, hoping to scare them away, or to train them to be scared. But the peafowl are too dumb for that. Dumb and beautiful, and prowling all over the property.
ab chaos iter: you get educated by traveling 