‘Congratulations, you have peahens!’ said the guy next door. I’m less than thrilled. They’re pretty, but I’m not enamored of those special peafowl shrieks. None of the neighbors claim them, and no one has a clue where they belong. The geese are certain they don’t belong here. There has been much squawking and flapping of wings. The dogs have kept the peace by flushing the peahens into the trees every time a disturbance erupts.