It's been six years ago now since we got our first peacock, Peter. He was just a baby and, knowing nothing about peafowl, we just tossed him in with the chickens and wished him luck. He did surprisingly well, and as he grew into adulthood we decided he needed a companion. So, along came Mary. My son named her. Everything was going fine until the day I went to the animal auction without my husband and came home with another male--peacock, that is. Really, there are some days I should not be without adult supervision. With nothing to lose, I turned him in with Peter and Mary and suddenly realized my brilliance. Without even intending to, I had recreated a world famous trio. I immediately named our new boy Paul, and the rest is history. Some days are so satisfying!