The winery I worked at as a teenager had peacocks, including some albino ones, which are very pretty and weird. They eat pretty much what chickens do, so they were very decorative kitchen trash composters for the winery kitchen.

There were steep ravines and gullies surrounding the winery, and the peacocks liked to hang out in them and scream their damnfool heads off. They sound like a woman screaming for help, so you can imagine my reaction when I first heard them!