Lost count of how many times I've been told that peafowl don't eat/don't like fish. oh yeah? Tell that to the all-out warfare that breaks out when I bring home feeder fish.
I asked the guy at Petsmart today to grab the biggest fish in the feeder tank, since I saw some real chonkers in there somehow. I wasn't sure the peafowl would go for it, they usually get small ones, but I figured what the hell. I'll get a few, see how it goes. How it went was the fish were too big to be snatched and eaten in one motion, so there was screaming and running away with their prizes and fish being stolen from one beak by another and straight up warfare among babies who have no manners being defended by their moms who have no shame. Aris, who initially turned her nose up at fish, stealing them from her own children as well as from her wife, who was trying to call the babies over to get the fish she found for them, because Aris wanted them so badly, herself.
I can freely admit that it took a couple of tries to get them to try it out, and I had to use the darker grey/black normal "fish colored" fish to start with, and the barn pen birds still aren't sure about it, but it ALWAYS takes a time or two of offering a treat before the peafowl will try something new, and there's always some birds that don't like certain foods. But they are criminally social birds, they are puffin-level social birds, if one bird tries a treat and approves of it, the rest will start agreeing it's a Good Food even if they previously refused to eat it or touch it at all. If the first bird to the treat starts shaking their head and acting like it's bad, they'll all start doing that, usually without even trying it themselves, even if it's something they previously liked. So the trick is just repeatedly offering it until someone goes oh wait, this is delicious, and going from there.
my wife made a new character in skyrim, it's a dunmer living in solstheim who's a wizard/rogue, who's mute from having their throat slit as a child. so they basically cast mage hands to do ASL to communicate. so they can use their physical hands for other stuff, like rude gestures.
they're a vampire and over 200 years old, they spent the better part of the last 150 years under the control of a master vampire. that is until the master vampire was slain, setting them free from their control.
they're now acting as errand boy/the muscle™ for Neloth, who in exchange for these services is using magic to help negate all the negative side effects of their vampirism using alchemy.
my wife gave them violet eyes and named them Tremali, because she heard the name somewhere and liked it. where she heard it was from me, because that's what i named Aris' younger brother. 🙃
so we decided Tremali is actually alive and living on solstheim. Just completely unaware that Aris also survived the assassination of their entire house/clan.
we joked that if you saw your supposedly dead sibling again after over 200 years how the first thing you do is put that idiot in a headlock and give them a noogie.
October 1983. 'The hat connects to the scarf... The scarf connects to the gloves... The gloves connect to the sweater... The sweater to the legwarmers.'
Polaris and some of the others this morning. As difficult as he is to capture the purple in still frame, video tends to pick it up great! On his son as well toward the middle.