Try dealing with these fuckers: That photo was snapped outside my office door this afternoon, by the way. Oh sure, they look timid, but these birds know no fear. They have no qualms about strutting into a building through an open door, and shitting all over the place. After they leave, it looks like someone dumped a bag of half-melted Tootsie Rolls on the rug. And the chairs. And the desks. And whatever else they can hop on for 10 seconds. And then there's the noise. How can a bird with such a tiny, dainty little beak, and such perceived grace, poise, and regal elegance make such a loud, uncouth, goddamn racket? Peafowl (the female are called peahens, the males are the peacocks) don't chirp, or warble, or tweet, or coo, or any other cutey bird noises. No, they scream. Like a damsel in distress. It's a wonder people even want to keep these around in the first place.