Guinea Duet

For the last couple of weeks the JV Guineas have shared the coop with the two remaining adult guineas, a male with a slowly healing swollen foot and his lovely female companion. We had a large pen within the coop that the JVs could retreat to when they felt the need. We decided to remove the pen on Saturday so there would be more room and it would be easier to get around with food and water.

Well, for much of the morning, this was the view from outside the coop… no harm done, but not a pretty sight… clearly something needed to be done.

Having read on the Raising Guinea Fowl website how much guineas enjoy their reflection, we decided to give the adult guineas something else to amuse themselves. We installed this little parakeet mirror, and it was an instant hit!

In no time at all, the guinea racket of the usual buck-wheat buck-wheat and CHI CHi Chi chi chi changed to a lovely, almost melodious whistling and singing.

The whole atmosphere in the coop changed. It went from pay no attention to us, we are pretending we are invisible…

to Oh, that is so lovely. Can we be your very attentive and appreciative audience?

Soooo much more pleasant for us all!

Blackberry Time

We are really enjoying the blackberries that have ripened in the last few weeks. We are enjoying not so much the fact that this means summer is almost over.

However, the picking of blackberries always brings this family story about our Great-Grandmother, Hannah, to mind (told here in the words of our Great-Aunt Florence, her daughter).
“One summer my mother went alone to pick blackberries in the back field quite a distance from the house. She was busy picking when she heard a grunting and snorting noise in the thick bushes. She said, ‘You can’t scare me Dave, I know it’s you.’ She finished filling her buckets and came home. But when she got there, my father, probably reading, had never left the house! They later found signs where a bear had been staying around there, eating blackberries, of which they are very fond.”

This story was told often when we were growing up, and we never fail to think of it and share it once again, whenever it is blackberry time.
(Honestly… whenever we find a large patch of blackberries… we are always on the lookout for a bear.)

Not So Little, Miss Juliet

It has been about 10 days since Juliet, aka bottle baby, was weaned. For several days you could hear her complaining anytime she heard a noise that might mean the bottle toting mama and helper Harley were on their way. It has been hard to get another really good picture of her because this is the usual scene anytime you try to sneak into the field.

Now look at her! Doesn’t she look like a grown-up, young lady? She is almost as big as the other lambs in the field. We are so proud!