I got a phone call at work today: Your peacock has taken to his wings, and is in the highest tree. We are under a winter storm warning, so this could mean one less peacock.
I am hoping for the best, but I will save his tail feathers if he is dead. They are beautifully right now. I am hoping he is sitting safe on his feet, so they do not freeze, high up in the tree. I hope he come down in the morning, so Bob can put him back in. The wind had blown out the window in the door to their house, so that is how he found his freedom.
I will let you know how it went.