Yeah well it's been some time since I took Art History-
But wasn't there a whole Renaissance School of Homo-Erotic art
revolving around young men chasing peacocks, sort of a brother school to
that whole young maidens and unicorns stuff???

Ken Follett wrote:

> Many, many years ago I was driving down a back country road upstate NY
> on the way from home to a morning project when I came upon a peacock
> running down the middle of the road. Now, this was an area where wild
> turkey could be expected, but not peacocks. I got out of the vehicle
> and walked toward the bird, which immediately took to flight and flew
> about 200 feet further down the road. At this point the bird got my
> interest and before long I was chasing it through the woods. I'm not
> exactly sure why I went chasing the peacock... I think in part because
> it seemed such an amazing event and I was half aware that nobody would
> ever believe me. Prior to this the only peacocks I had ever thought
> about seeing were in the Stewart Park zoo, a small and odd affair of a
> deer, duck, squirrel and racoon collection at the south end of Cayuga
> Lake.
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