Feral peacock divides Oakland neighborhood:
Most neighbors are fans of the peacock on Occidental Street, saying the sight of him brings joy to the monotony of life during quarantine. But for a few, his presence is hell on earth -- and they've taken to Nextdoor to voice their complaints. [...]
The City of Oakland received a noise complaint about the peacock and sent an Animal Control Officer to the block to investigate. No action was taken to relocate the bird. He is believed to be feral and rumored by neighbors to be the same peacock that lived at a nearby location for four years prior until the resident who fed him moved. [...]
The peacock himself, whom I spotted hanging out with some neighborhood squirrels and quietly pecking the ground, had nothing to say.
Please scream inside your heart.
Sloppy reporting - the peacock was not allowed enough time to compose his thoughts. He later opined: "Halp! Halp! Haaaaalp!"
Not to contradict you, but an expert in avian linguistics had a different translation:
I used to live next to a small farm in Fremont that bred peacocks. They do love to scream a lot, especially as the sun comes up. In my experience it sucks at first and then you start to like it.
I'm going to try and work the phrase "feral peacock" into daily use.