<h2><SPAN name="THE_PEACOCK" id="THE_PEACOCK"></SPAN>THE PEACOCK.</h2>
<p class="ac smaller">ANNA R. HENDERSON.</p>
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<p class="drop-cap">AS THE rose among flowers, so is
the peacock among the feathered
tribes.</p>
<p>No other bird has so many
colors in its plumage. Its hues are all
beautiful; the brilliant blue and black,
shot with gold, of the eyes of the tail,
the satin-like peacock blue of its neck
and breast, the shining green of its
back, each feather with its tiny eye of
brown, the clear brown of the stiff fan
that supports its tail, the soft gray
down that clothes its body—all are fit
robing for this royal bird.</p>
<p>In keeping with his kingly raiment is
his regal movement; so graceful, so
dignified, that one seems disposed to
believe the legend of India, his native
home, that he contains the metamorphosed
spirit of a peerless prince. I
have said that his step is kingly, yet
I am often disposed to yield to the
opinion of an old man who declared
that the gait of the peacock is queenly,
much like that of a beautiful and graceful
woman with a long train. Certain
it is, that nothing else can make such
an addition to a green lawn as a peacock,
stepping lightly along, keeping
his brilliant feathers swaying just above
the grass.</p>
<p>My West Virginia home has many
beauties of nature, shady dells where
waters sparkle, pastures that slope
toward the shining Ohio, lofty
trees that give shade to sleek cattle
and spirited horses; but amid all
these charms we have always rated
highly the gorgeous peacocks which
have so long adorned its grounds that
it has become known as the "Home of
the Peacocks." Though now sadly diminished
by poachers and hunters,
there were many years in which scores
of them, sometimes nearly a hundred,
strutted around our rural home.</p>
<p>The peacock's tail does not assume
full length and beauty until his fourth
or fifth year. The feathers begin to
grow in January, and by early spring
are long, and then his season of strutting
begins; and he spends a large part
of every day in this proud employment.
Each peacock has his favorite place of
strutting, and frequents it day after
day. Open gateposts are much sought
after; and our front gateposts have
always been favorite resting-places on
sunny afternoons, where these beauties
seemed posing to order.</p>
<p>For many seasons a very handsome
one strutted in front of our sitting-room
window. Some of the family slipped
over its neck a cord on which hung a
silver dime, which shone on its blue
feathers. Alas for his majesty! Strutting
in the road one day, a horse shied
at him, and its owner threw a stone and
killed the beauty.</p>
<p>The peahen, a meek-looking matron
with a green neck and long gray feathers,
is very secretive as to a nest, and
seeks an orchard or wheatfield. When
the little gray brood, from three to five
in number, are a few weeks old she
brings them to the yard.</p>
<p>Peafowls scorn the shelter of a house
and roost in the loftiest trees. Near
our home are some tall oaks and under
them they gather on summer evenings,
and, after many shrill good-night cries,
fly upward to the high limbs.</p>
<p>In cold weather they do not come
down until late in the day. Sometimes
on snowy days they get so weighted
with snow that they cannot fly up, and
so settle on the ground, and their long
feathers freezing, have to be cut loose.
In June or early July their feathers begin
to drop, and to secure them they
must be plucked. Though so docile as
to frequent the porches, they do not
like to be caught, but take to the wing,
so a rainy day is selected, when their
feathers are weighted with water, and
they are soon chased down. After being
plucked they are unsteady in gait
and hide in the bushes for days.</p>
<p>Peafowls have a strong home-feeling
and when taken away are hard to retain;
as they wander off, striving to return.
They are enemies to young
chickens, and are exasperating to the
good housewife, as they are hard to
drive away, performing a circle and returning.
The peafowl is almost as
good a table fowl as the turkey.</p>
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