The story behind: do not underestimate a bird!

The peacock as a symbol of beauty, wealth, love, passion but also immortality, arrogance and vanity always has a special place in the animal kingdom. It is a main figure in myths and legends of various cultures and eras. In India the peacock is a sacred animal and destined to be the national bird. The main figure of the Kurdish religion Yezidism, Melek Taus, is most commonly depicted as a peacock, which was appointed by God to the highest angel and the guardian and steward of the earth. In Greek mythology, the goddess Hera created the “hundred-“plumage of the peacock from the many-eyed giant Argos, who with his eagle eyes guarded Io and was finally killed by Hermes.
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So, also photographers are drawn to the attractive coat of this bird. But: its better to be careful and to demonstrate respect for the pretended weaker opponent. That´s the story from Adele Oliver:
I have taken photos in many forbidden places or in areas where it was not safe, especially for a woman. I have taken lots of pictures in difficult situations off moving boats or turned myself into a pretzel to get the right perspective …. but everything has always turned out just fine. But I remember the day when I took this image all too well.
It was March 2008 when I went with my 8 year old granddaughter to the small carved out of the jungle zoo in Mismaloya/Mexico. We had a great time watching and photographing animals, then we came to an area with birds – and some of them were running around freely! Excitement, excitement : there was my first peacock !! I had to get down to his level to get the right angle and crouched down sitting precariously on my haunches, I had to adjust my camera – such a bright light, I had to focus ….. I pressed the shutter and had a photo – then tried a second shot. Suddenly an enormous weight landed on me – the peacock was right in my lap !!!! I felt pain in my right hand which was holding the camera – he had bitten me !!! My granddaughter was screaming, I was on the ground, in shock, and there was blood running down from my hand. I managed to get up after shaking him off and inspected the damage – three wounds, but my ego was probably more damaged than my hand.
But I counted my blessings – he could have picked me in the face or even eyes, I also had tissues to clean up my hand …. and my Tetanus shot was still good for a year…. a painkiller could be taken at home.
I was ” rewarded” with one photo …. but it will remain my only Peacock image for a long time.
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