This is not our month for fowl. First, we lost Remy the Rooster to stray dogs. A week later, Guinea #8 disappeared… or most of it did. Theories abounded as to cause. Stray dogs? Hawks? Cats? Other guineas?
Until today. While washing dishes, I heard a significantly louder guinea commotion beside the house. It took me a few seconds to take it seriously enough to go check. Glancing out the window, I saw one guinea lying on its side, wing spread out awkwardly. It had been attacked! I just knew it.
I grabbed my rifle and ran out onto the deck. But by the time I had gotten the rifle from its case and loaded the chamber, there was no sign of guinea #7 or any predator. All remaining guineas were terrified and squawking under the BushMonster.