Cycling Sensibilities - 2

This was in August last year, so just a re-cap of something which fascinates me
I finally heard the cry.
The cry of a peacock early in the morning. Last year when I had started cycling there used to be this peacock who used to sit on the roof of one particular house and cry out in the mornings every day. It used to elate me a lot. This year I had been hunting for peacocks without any luck.
The other day I could hear a couple of them near Malhour railway station but couldn't see them as there was a thick overgrowth all around.
Today while cycling I could hear the cry and went back in search of it. It was sitting on the edge of the roof of one of the houses with its long tail hanging down like Rapunzel's tresses and in its full splendor.
I do have a thing for peacocks. 

They have been a part of some of my memorable moments of the past. The pet peacock of my cousin in the mountains, he was a forest officer so could wiggle around rules. The peacock would go out during day and come back home at night. The endless mating dance off between two peacocks at 

Dudhwa wildlife reserve. It just kept on going on and the peacocks kept on dancing with their plume in full display in circles. The muster of peacocks roaming the lawns of the royal resort at Jodhpur.
Surprisingly I have a thing for both snakes and peacocks. And they are mortal enemies!
In a fight between a peacock and snake I think I will side with the bird cause no matter how much I deny it, the Hindu in me would kick in and make me side with a peacock.
Later on in the ride I saw a falcon too, and it was the largest falcon I've ever seen. Could have easily fetched over a lakh in the middle East. It was a beauty, that one.
Nothing perks you up more, than a single dose of peacock cry before breakfast.
It's almost therapeutic!