They aren't horned creatures, though a variation on the adjective might apply.
Since an "influential" resident complained to the city about noise and poop, the peacocks of Coconut Grove have been carried away to a farm in Redland in order to prevent mating. Their lady friends are not taking the news lying down: possessed with a major case of sexual frustration, the peahens have been smashing into glass doors, becoming generally unruly, and screeching their heads off.
The sound is a bit, um, lusty.
44-year-old Carlos Iglesia was jogging in Kennedy Park when he heard a strange noise. It sounded like a lady screaming in pain -- or intense pleasure? -- so he slowed down to investigate, and found several wild peahens huddled behind an old fence.
"They yell like a woman having an orgasm," Iglesia says, and then imitates the noise in a falsetto pitch. "It sounds like, uh-ahhhhh!"
Perhaps the influential resident -- a doctor said to live on Micanopy Avenue -- will find passersby going vintage Meg Ryan more unsettling than the presence of the peacocks.
Iglesia joins a number of Grove residents (and the antsy females left behind) upset by the removal of the birds. Their presence is "part of Grove tradition," he told the New Times. So might be the presence of unsatisfied mates, but in nature's case, the problem can't be solved by flowers and jewelry.
The fight over the peacocks has at times gotten ugly. The farm that agreed to adopt the birds at the request of the city was accused of stealing them by Coconut Grove Grapevine editor Tom Flaco, who later noted that "it was either get rid of the peacocks or the doctor, and I wish it had been the latter."
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"If people move onto the block where peacocks have lived for generations, they need to live in the peacocks' environment, not the other way around."
We assume he means the previous environment enjoyed by the peacocks, and not the mad, mateless lonely one that drives creatures to go crazy and smash into glass. We get enough of that with Linsday Lohan.
