Firday - I'm now determined it WILL look like a peacock, suggestions have been made that perhaps its a a peakey, turkock, peaeep, postritch  and more.  

But  the Montsalvat day turns into evening and we start to think about our happy hour - so too do the birds

The geese make a determined charge around the corner to the yummy lawn in front of the vegie  garden 

and the peacocks have found their equivalent of caviar in the compost

and the darkness settles in and signals to the stealthy yarnbomber -  gather up needle, thread, scissors and tag  and creep into action.

Tomorrow the daylight will reveal all!