If you can stand the infernal noise these little beasties make, you're a better man than I am Gunga Din. I used to operate a small shop next to and old mill, here in East Tennessee. It was a rural area near a tourist town. one of the folks in the neighborhood had a farm of sevral hundred acres, with many pea fowl. There were plenty of them of both sexes, who called loudly, all the day long. The only kind of tune I should have liked to play for them was out the end of a twlve guage.