A Peacock‑Panic Turns Tender Tale of Tiny Terror
Picture this: a sunny Sunday, family outing, and then—bam!—an off‑kilter peacock launches a surprise attack right outside a bungalow. Kris Chan, the mama who’s been living the nightmare, is demanding a real, kinda “no‑shaking‑the‑news” apology and a proper payout for all the wail, stitches, and white‑paper appalling her little one.
The Incident
- Nov. 28 — Kris sticks her 3‑year‑old daughter with her husband at Tavistock Avenue Park’s playground.
- They pause near a bungalow that flaunts a feathered, free‑roaming peacock.
- The bird’s gate? Wide open. The girl? Wide‑eyed and wondering what the bird’s doing.
- Attack. The peacock lunges, claws sharpened, and the toddler gets a nasty face scratch (3 cm hook‑bushy around her left eye).
- Result: Hospital, general anesthesia, and a 3‑cm “beak‑splash” scar that could double as a holiday souvenir.
What Happened to Dad?
In the heated Facebook post (feel the weight of all those 200 shares), Kris says her husband didn’t survive the feather‑fury. Arms greased with scratches, legs and hands splattered with scrapes. He tried to chase after the peacock, but all he got back was a cold business‑like “nothing’s our fault.”
Elephant in the Room… The Legal Side
“They on the lawyers + AVS (Animal Veterinary Service) side claim it’s not their fault because it’s et al. the peacock’s business to roam. My girl was just looking and that’s the fault?!”
Such is the pep‑talk at the National Parks Board: they’re looking into the claim, while reminding folks what’s allowed: no more than 10 non‑commercial poultry (yes, that includes peacocks!) in a bird‑proof cage to keep the feathers out of the house.
Seeking Justice and Nail‑Coded Compensation (and maybe a proper apology)
Kris’s message to the peacock owners is straightforward: “We’re asking for a serious apology and reasonable out‑of‑pocket pay for medical bills. It’s not a big ask for a trembling baby who’s now a tiny, scarred season: ….” The mother whimsically yet angrily wants “proper closure” to what she frames as a chipped‑jaw scenario, no filing circus.
Feel the Air
Your life might not be a bird chase, but watch out if ever you’m near to an open loophole, a quail, or a peacock that feels the urge for a runaway mating dance. Because always read the fine print, or you’ll end up with a teenage‑size dermal record that makes a tattoo artist sigh.
