Mr. P. - Done Showing Off.

I was sad to hear the other day that a peacock my parents (Kansas) have fed dinner to now for years has died. He was very polite in showing up for dinner at the same time each night and they really enjoyed his company. My mother was even hesitant about going out of town for a few days, fearing that the peacock wouldn't get his dinner and would snub them in the future. Here's his eulogy, written by my Mom, in which she shows her great love for him by referring to him as a 'person':

"As I said 'our' peacock, affectionately known as PC, became part of the food chain approximately a month ago. It is believed the consumer of this tasty morsel was a coyote, since one was observed lurking close by. What can I say about PC: he was a very gentle soul, who asked for little from life. PC was a very independent person; he actually lived on a small farm about 200 yards away, but for some reason he didn't like to sleep there. So at sunset each day, he would walk across the road and through our property, making sure to come on our deck and check out the food de jour. When we were novices we would give him bread (usually some cheap white bread we bought specifically for that purpose) or sunflower seeds, but eventually I made a concoction of peanut butter, corn meal, Crisco and raisins - he loved the raisins and would usually eat them first. He would then proceed to the back of our property, to roost in a barn owned by another neighbor. At sunrise he would reverse his journey and rejoin his family. His demise was reported by the owner of the barn - he found a pile of feathers at the roost, and a carcass in his pasture. PC is missed by all who knew him (well, except for one neighbor who would occasionally shoot a BB at him)! RIP PC!"