One second after I took this too close closeup photo of the gang, Godfrey (in the forefront - the godfather of ganderdom), bit me hard on the shin and I had to kick him off. He bites me all the time so I am quite used to it now, but this time he wouldn’t let go. If I give him a piece of bread he swallows it whole and then tries to eat my arm. He has trained all of the others to hiss at the peacocks so I am not quite sure why I remain his primary target; I think it’s probably jealousy.
Of course it’s jealousy – yes! I should have realized it before. Godfrey cannot bear it that ‘his’ gang love me more than they love him. They are actually beginning to get sick of his autocratic, dictatorial bossiness. This theory was well and truly confirmed when Woodroffe came to see me a few seconds later to apologize on Godfrey’s behalf and to explain how careful they have to be not to annoy him.
“I love you, Julie,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Woody,” I whispered back, stroking his feathers.