Skipy,

My wife and I had the same sort of an encounter with a peacock on full display in the middle of Rte. 395 South(in Kentucky, USA).   We had been gigging at a summer faire for three consecutive years and we have tried to vary the Sunday ride home thru the countryside just to break the tedium of the hour plus homeward sojourn.

Once we had our encounter, we established the 'peacock road' as the preferred road home. We would stop each time we came to the exotic kennel and linger in the peacocks' presence.   The farmer never bothered to come out and shoo us off or anything. We tread softly enough around the wonderful creations that we must not have been too bad of a bother.

When a young Limerick-native boxplayer happened along our way one day at the faire (the appropriately-named Helen), we drove her back to Berea on the very same day -- and were delighted to share our byroad discovery.

The only dark moment came near the end of the 2008 run when we caught full sight of a purposive coyote crossing the road (seemingly kennel-bound) just up a the rim of the rise near the farm.   We started honking and cussing the bastard... but that was the extent of our intrusion --- for, at times, we're truly sorry man's dominion has broken nature's social union.