Mr P. is our village peacock, whom nobody claims. He, however, seems to have claimed our garden. We have an old rabbit run that is ideally placed on which to drape himself rather elegantly and a regular supply of bird food. Spring being in the air, he has been delighting us with frequent displays. Today the village peahen graced us her with her presence and Mr. P. had the Real Thing to display for, instead of mere humans or passing backbirds. But would she be impressed?