A young male peacock decided to spend the night in one of our tall evergreens a few days ago and has been hanging out ever since.

I named him "Calliope" - not after the Greek goddess of poetry -  after the steam powered pipe organs on old carrousels. Calliope's young call is like someone stepping on a tuba. He's an amazing flier - up on the roof of the house, then on top of the barn, then 30 feet up in the trees.