AITAH for feeding my neighbor’s “emotional support” peacock rotisserie chicken?

Yes, you read that right.

So I (29M) live in a suburb where everyone mostly keeps to themselves—until a new neighbor (let’s call her Linda, 50s?) moved in with her emotional support peacock. His name is Sebastian. He wears a sparkly vest, has his own stroller, and screams like a demon every morning at 6 a.m. Sharp. Like clockwork. It’s like living next to a dying saxophone that’s mad at the world.

Anyway, Linda swears Sebastian is a certified emotional support animal (not sure how true that is), and she walks him around the block like a dog. He poops everywhere, and she doesn’t clean it up because “it’s natural fertilizer.” It’s not.

So a few days ago, I was eating outside, enjoying a Costco rotisserie chicken, when Sebastian just stares me down. Like intense, Jurassic Park-level eye contact. He inches closer. I don’t know if he’s curious or threatening me. So I tear off a piece of chicken and toss it to him.

He eats it.

I laugh and toss him another. Now we’re having lunch together. Bonding. He’s living his best carnivorous life.

Linda comes out, sees this, and screams. She calls me a monster, says I’ve traumatized Sebastian, and that “cannibalism is not a joke.” (I don’t even think peacocks are vegetarians?) She storms off and later leaves a passive-aggressive note on my door with a link to “avian grief counseling.”

Now other neighbors are split—half think it’s hilarious, half say I crossed a line. Sebastian hasn’t screamed since, though, so maybe I cured him?

AITAH?