My parents got a pair of them, 40 years ago. Seriously, I never even considered that they might survive. Coyotes. Inbreeding. Sub-zero temperatures. But there are always 20 - 30 of them around.
When my dogs were young, their main job was to make sure that no peacock ever crossed to my side of the road. But they gradually lost interest. And with my parents gone, the fucking things just moved in to my yard. They all think that I'm their momma. They're out there right now, in the big pine tree, looking in through my bedroom window.
At least the current crop isn't particularly noisy, except during mating season.
Or maybe I've just gotten used to it. I'll be talking to a client on the phone and suddenly they'll stop... "Um, is something wrong there? Do you need to call the police?"
OMFG. The poop... And the resulting flies... And my lack of any garden any more...