Feathers
An Indian tale tells that once Young Kṛṣṇa lingered in the forest so remained alone in the night. Then a cow, an elephant, a monkey and a peacock approached him. The cow said: poor my baby, I will give you milk to restore you. The elephant said: and I will gather wood to make a fire to warm you up. The monkey said: and I will collect for you mangoes and other delicious fruits. Then the peacock lowering his head said: Divine Govinda, I have nothing to offer you, I have no milk, I have no proboscis or hands to collect wood and fruit ... if you want, I offer you my body to make a nice roast on the fire. Thus, Young Kṛṣṇa sweetly smiled and said: I thank you my dear friends for your precious gifts and you, wonderful peacock, do not sacrifice yourself ! it's enough you will give me one feather of yours to adorn my hair. Since then, the peacock is sacred to Kṛṣṇa, who always wears a मोर feather on His head.
My peacocks in my garden - मेरे बगीचे में कई मोर
Feathers
An Indian tale tells that once Young Kṛṣṇa lingered in the forest so remained alone in the night. Then a cow, an elephant, a monkey and a peacock approached him. The cow said: poor my baby, I will give you milk to restore you. The elephant said: and I will gather wood to make a fire to warm you up. The monkey said: and I will collect for you mangoes and other delicious fruits. Then the peacock lowering his head said: Divine Govinda, I have nothing to offer you, I have no milk, I have no proboscis or hands to collect wood and fruit ... if you want, I offer you my body to make a nice roast on the fire. Thus, Young Kṛṣṇa sweetly smiled and said: I thank you my dear friends for your precious gifts and you, wonderful peacock, do not sacrifice yourself ! it's enough you will give me one feather of yours to adorn my hair. Since then, the peacock is sacred to Kṛṣṇa, who always wears a मोर feather on His head.
My peacocks in my garden - मेरे बगीचे में कई मोर