I had always wanted to see what Peacock's spots looked like close up and I got my chance when living in Spain. There was an International park over the road to my flat and it had several Peacocks. I even got a vase full of Peacock feathers, which they discarded onto the grass as they walked in my home. Sadly, I could not stay in Spain, as St barths Human Research paid Spain half a million to be allowed to go there and mess my life and body remote and made living there impossible with no support. I fell between two stools: outside of England I am always seen as English through and through /by Spaniards etc/ but because of my name, the English still see me as foreigner and somehow seem to think I am cheating them by being so English to all appearances. King Philip insisted: Brits only to be used, do not touch any Spaniards. Wish I were a Spaniard, so someone would care for me like that!