Terrified by the appearance of what she thought was a buzzard at her window, an apartment dweller in Manhattan's West 58th Street one morning last week called police.
When they arrived the bird had flown to the roof of a nearby undertaking establishment where he spread an iridescent tail, fan-fashion, to show his pursuers he was a peacock not a vulture. He remained there until a policeman reached the roof, then took wing, flapped his way to the Hotel Wyndham, paused until his pursuers were in roping distance, flew away once more.
Traffic halted on Fifth Avenue,...
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