Do not judge a bird by its feathers.
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… d...