Each morning as we made our way from our little huts, we were greeted by many feathered friends. Mr. Peacock often made his appearance by the water cooler, hopping up from behind. Ms. Hen hid on one of the chairs in the dining room to escape her paramours who loomed and clucked just outside. And the best I could tell the geese were kept in a shed overnight for their protection then let out to wander during the day. There was always one alpha goose and sometimes he got separated from the rest of the flock confusing them and irritating him. It was quite a show.