Well, Mr Peacock didn’t say that exactly but he sure as heck ment it… I stood and watch as this nobel bird walked down the hill and across the bridge. I nealt down and held the camera a little above the ground and manual focused, I had the wrong lens on again! I rattled off a few frames and this one was the best of the three. Mr Peacock then brushed past me without a shred of fear his tail feathers dusting my shoes in the process. He headed home to his favourit tree for the night that as it happens overhangs the restaurant… Then at 5.30 tomorrow morning there are scraps in abundence from the previous nights diners. Who ever coined the term ‘bird brain’ was a fool!