My only experience with peacocks was when I was fifteen and my mom used to drop me off to bowhunt because I didn't have my drivers license yet. I hadn't spent a lot of time in the woods at night at this point was a little spooky of the whole situation. I snuck in well before daylight on opening day and crawled up into my stand. Just as it was starting to break daylight a peacock cut loose with an AAAAAWWWWHHAAAAAAAA about thirty yards behind me. First I about sharted myself. Second, I didn't know what the heck it was until it got light enough to see. I had all sorts of visions of an escaped Howler monkey leaping tree to tree and ripping my face off. That birdbrain survived wild on that farm for three years. He was no worse for the wear except he never had any tail feathers. Maybe coyotes kept getting those. He got to be my best buddy during turkey season, every bird within a mile would gobble when he cut loose.