There is a restaurant thirty miles or so from my house that pre Covid, my hubby and I would go to once a month. In back of the restaurant was a barn, a pond where the owners kept a range of animals and birds, swans etc. He also had peacocks and when one parked their car the peacocks would often be trolling through the parking lot. Beautiful birds, these not afraid if humans at all.
In this memoir of sorts, the author, explains how he and his family came to own peacocks. Though he himself, not his young sons, would be the one that became attached, obsessed with doing everything right for his new charges. Three, Carl, Ethel and Mr. Pickles. He also went to great lengths to learn the history of these birds, so the reader follows along. From early British courts, to Greek mythology, to the Spaldings of Chicago, to of course Flannery O'Connor we learn the historical and personal significance of these birds. He also travels to Scotland and other places where peacocks are kept. The chapter on the killing of these birds was difficult and not pleasant, but the majority of the book is informative, humorous, he has a wry sense of humor, and wonderful to read.
Plus, everytime I think of a peacock named Mr. Pickles, I just have to grin. The wonderful minds of children.
ARC from Edelweiss.