Country diary: a shrieking cry summons me back to the Himalayas

Sandy, Bedfordshire: The peacocks here, like their wild Indian ancestors, roost overnight in treesA voice out of India beckoned from somewhere close to the foot of the wooded hills, a good half a mile away. That sustained, summoning shriek sounded like the shout-out of a child who has discovered that they are in a place with an echo. And, having felt the power of its reverberating, far-reaching properties, they try to repeat it over and over. In their excitement, each high-pitched yell becomes a slight variation on the original “eee-ow”.The first time I heard this sound this early in the… Source – Full Article