The richness of the colour of peacock feathers have always fascinated me. I know they were a common bird in many parts of india until urbanization decimated them and drove them to the rural and forested areas.
Bred in urban jungles, I always associated Peacock as a gentle creature. Until that day at Kew gardens.
In the lush 368 acres of Royal botanical gardens at Kew in London, I was walking along the thames admiring and photographing the various species of koniferous trees planted from the world over and the occasional peacocks. A cold february winter day does not qualify as the mating season and so none of the male were in their flirtatious best with their feathers spread out.
Picked up a few peanuts from my bag to feed them so I can have an up and close view of the feathers to photograph them.
As I got clicking them away I found one taking me head on and walking towards me… despite the peanuts that I was scattering at a distance.
The aggression on his face was now evident and the fight or flight mode in me got awakened. I dropped my packet of peanuts and took the flight mode and ran as fast as I could barely being able to shout ‘help … help’ with really no one in sight only to be followed by another aggressive one following from the side.
I may have recorded my personal best and qualified for the Olympics had somebody clocked my speed.
Thankfully I escaped unhurt.
May be they are not that aggressive. It’s just me.
May be not.
Moral of the story : Do not judge a bird by its feathers.