Series: The Peafowl Bedtime Saga

At a very responsible hour (meaning: way too late), I discovered the Little Ones were not in the greenhouse. They were on top of the greenhouse.

After our first night of rooftop camping, everyone apparently decided this was the ‘cool’ thing to do. And since peacocks are basically teenagers with feathers, ‘cool’ always wins.

I got a spotlight installed. I had treats. The greenhouse looked like a beautiful Airbnb. And Neo betrayed me with confidence.

I have cameras all over the peacock area. Tonight I discovered the real reason Neo and Morpheus have been choosing rooftop camping. Han and Leia are bullies.

It was an hour after sunset, with a north wind blowing sleet straight into my face, and my ‘not so Little Ones’ were huddled on the roof of the greenhouse. Naturally.

After a week of bedtime battles with four peacocks, my husband solved the problem in three minutes by doing absolutely nothing. The answer was silence.

Our springtime is usually pretty quiet. Today took the cake for sounds. A fox eviction, a greenhouse escape, a panic whistle, and a raccoon mating call that nearly ended my husband.

It was fifteen minutes before sunset. No birds. No sound. I walked two properties, drove the gravel road, and called until I was hoarse. One year in, and they found a brand new way to break me.

They have a heated greenhouse with perches and cameras. They have a yard full of bugs and a woman who caters to their every need. They chose the 92-year-old neighbor’s porch.