There used to be peacocks in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco in the last century. One of the gardeners there was given money by his wife to bring home a turkey for Thanksgiving dinner, but he stopped off at the local pub on the way. When he eventually realized that he'd drunk up the family's Thanksgiving dinner, he hit upon a clever plan--captured, killed and plucked one of the peacocks from the Park, and delivered it to his wife as a turkey. Upon tasting it the next day, his wife said, "John, wherever did you get this turkey? It's terrible! Don't ever go to that butcher again!"