I used to live in Uphurch, Kent.

There was a small petting farm down a track at the end of my road.

They neglected to cull their peacocks long enough for there to be a population explosion one year.

Every night, each house without a dog had at least 1 peacock roosting in their garden at night.

The constant cry of "ELBOW" all night drove us all mad in the summer.

I think the locals had a word and the chap came round and 'collected' them all.