I meet a peacock

While in Key Biscayne for Nate and Liz's wedding, I walked out of the motel room one morning to see some feathers moving behind some bushes. They looked like peacock feathers, but I figured they had to be from a flowering plant of some sort.

Nope.

It was indeed a peacock.

Struttin, lookin fine.

Hanging out with me even.

Occasionally looking for its car.

And hopping up to the roof of the carport.