I used to joke that Bejosh Farm is a kind of Disney World of dairy farms. It still is. There are dogs everywhere, rescue cats, a 14-year-old Goat named Sadie who sometimes wanders through an open door into the farmhouse, a Sleep Walking Chicken named Ethel, and a strutting Peacock named Willie.
And of course, cows and calves everywhere.
Every evening, Willie (he escaped from his enclosure and will not be caught) parades behind the farmhouse looking for Ed and/or Carol to say hello and perhaps get something to eat. I am always startled by the sight of him, I have never been close to a Peacock before.
He wants something from me, perhaps a treat. There is no place like Bejosh Farm.
We had peacocks and pea hens. They were beautiful but could be troublesome. The cocks would fight in the garden, destroying part of it, they would attack the truck bumper, and roost on the porch. We had to put up a low mirror for the peacocks to keep them away from the trucks. Then had to remove it because one of the cocks tore it apart, injuring himself.