When I had peacocks they must have been Democrats. Had I only known, I would not have shed a tear when they died.
None of them ever minded. They were supposed to walk around looking pretty in the daytime and roosted safely in their barn at night.
Instead, they hid in the barn in the day and tried to escape out side at night where they invariably would get caught and eaten by a fox. Maybe if I got some Republican peacocks I’d have better luck next time.
“Maybe if I got some Republican peacocks I’d have better luck next time.”
I think you’d need to seek out Royalist peacocks. I don’t think the whole “democracy” thing works with them.