I was nicely settled in bed with a good book and it being the month of June some daylight just barely lingered. Listening to the calls of the peacocks through my open bedroom window I thought to myself that that last one sounded like it was really close. I got up and looked out the window. To my utter dismay there was the white peacock in the field across the laneway. Wearing just my jammies I tumbled down the stairs slid into my rubber boots and grabbed the broom. By the time I got outside this bird had made it down the field and was headed to the woods on the other side of the road. All I could think of at the time was that some fox was going to have a very exotic supper. I did not think that some of my neighbours may be driving by. I did not think that this runaway bird may disappear into the woods and that I would be left in the middle of the road wearing my jammies, wellies (rubber boots) and brandishing my broom.... I am not sure if anyone saw me because I was too busy chasing this white peacock back across the road onto the lawn and running a few times around the house and barns. After a quick gasping message to my landlord who wasn't home I finally got this *blankety blank* bird cornered in the main barn after starting a stampede of cattle (cows don't like big white birds). Big white bird was captured and put back in the peacock pen minus a few feathers. What really amazed me was how fast I could run in my wellies at my age and if my neighbours did see anything they still wave at me.