Peacock

His show-off tail feathers have fallen out - he's looking a little bedraggled - but his neck is still the colour of polished lapis lazuli. I release a grey-blue frosted berry into a low arc and onto the grass. He picks his way over to it and takes it into his yellow beak, swallows. He circles us shyly, waiting for more. Has he ever tasted blueberries before? Will he ever taste them again?