God is fair. Peacocks may look amazing but they don’t fly much, can’t sing and are pretty isolated within the bird community. Those you see in Britain are probably wishing it was considerably warmer. Their owners are wishing they would learn to distinguish Jehovah’s Witness from Postman. The next-door neighbours are wishing they would shut up. In some places they’re eaten but most people just like to collect up their feathers and stick them in with the dried flowers.
Peacocks are the celebrities of the larger garden: they’ve come to rely on human veneration, strutting down their green carpet catwalks, but bird-kind knows their sad little secrets and thinks them crass. No wonder they get lonely and depressed… There’s a moral in there somewhere, Victoria Beckham.