I have a Peacock known and loved by us all. He’s called Narcissus, and true to his name, is mostly found framed by, or admiring his reflection in, a window. He’s quite the curmudgeon and gourmand. Shouting if we are too noisy, and shunning bird food, particularly the type specified for Peacocks. Go figure. Anyway, we purchased him with the house, a sort of perching tenant. Narcissus, is like the Ravens at the Tower of London,talisman, gatekeeper and quite an arse really.