Every morning at 5am, I take my cup of tea to the deck and watch the Peacock strut his stuff. His display area is amongst the Basunti flowers, on the meadow below the observation deck. At 8:30am he leaves, looking slightly dejected, all that effort posturing and calling and no results.
This morning he struck lucky big time, not one, but four females came to check him out. Thought the guy was going to have a heart attack from all the excitement. He even got a visit from a Red Jungle Fowl, although I thought this was a bit ambitious on the behalf of the wild chicken.
At 8am I went to see how he was doing, but he was nowhere to be seen. Hopefully all that effort had finally paid off and Peacock heaven was happening somewhere in the jungle.