They came from… well, we never did find out where. Their history remains a mystery, but everyone agreed that Percy and his lady were an odd couple to move into the village. He was a handsome specimen, always dressed in his best. Stately… that is probably the best word to describe his bearing. At first glance, he seemed arrogant, but he was friendly enough, when you met him in person, and always curious about everyone and everything. She, on the other hand, was much more timid, less colourful creature and very quiet.
You could meet them anywhere in the village, though I never knew them to leave it again once they had moved in. You would often meet one of them at the village shop or in the manor grounds… and the number of times I have had to slow the car to let them cross the street is beyond counting. Everybody loved them though… except Ani; the dog was quite unnerved by him and behaved very strangely, every time she saw him.
When she died, Percy was inconsolable. He began turning up in strange places, and was often seen in people’s gardens, as if he was looking for her. And sometimes, after dark, you would hear his cries.
This state of affairs continued unabated for several years. Percy continued to frequent their old haunts and wander the village alone. No-one minded… he was as handsome and as friendly as ever… but he was alone and sometimes the loneliness showed as he sought out the people he trusted.
When the local newsletter came today, it carried a picture of the couple on the cover, and I was saddened to read of Percy’s demise. The village streets may be safer without his wandering presence, the night will not carry his lonely cry, but the village will not be the same without the mysterious Percy, our resident peacock.
Percy the peacock, at the village shop.
Rest in peace, Percy.