For one of my favorite books in the world: A Wrinkle in Time. And I know it’s far-fetched, but our three guinea hens are named after the 3 wise women or witches in the book. Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. Which. They are all that are left of our brood of 16. Mrs. Which, the last one in line, is sporting a broken right leg, thanks to the last dog attack that these hens survived. To have lasted this long, hopefully they are the smart ones (!) and they seem to know where to go to get shelter and to get the food that I leave for them, as well as scrounging for the leftover grain that the sheep and goats leave. They are very funny and when they aren’t around I miss them and their calling.
When we got the keets as day-old chicks they were quite the challenge. They were able to get out of almost any enclosure, and right at the start Josie the Jack Russell ate one that had escaped. She went on to have a field day with the guineas, and whittled their numbers down to just 5. They weathered another attack by a local dog, and Mrs. Which ended up with a mangled leg. And so we have the 3. I leave feed for them in one of the greenhouses and they do take advantage of it. They roost in by the sheep in one of the other greenhouses and are on the move during the day through the weeds and the undergrowth. I hope that we can keep these guys healthy through the winter. If one of them turns out to be a male, maybe we can get some eggs and hatch them out. They are really beautiful birds and hopefully they are helping us rid the area of ticks and other troublesome bugs. And it’s amazing how tolerant the sheep and goats are of them!
Another crazy week. On Saturday the rain was incredibly nasty and the temperature plummeted. John got a wonderful fire going in the fireplace and I was feeling down with a cold, so I gave myself permission to sit in front of the fire with a few good books and the chihuahua and jack russell on my lap. How bad could it be?
On Sunday the weather was beautiful but blustery. So John kept the fire going and we had a warm spot to come in to. My cold got worse. The mouse on our home computer got flaky and stopped working. The dishwasher was loaded and ready to go and didn’t. Josie the Jack Rusell found a runaway guinea keet and ate it before I could stop her. It just didn’t seem to be my day. Mother’s Day at that. Or my weekend!
But I got some lovely cards and had a chance to spend some time with the family. And this week I have finally gotten to Staples to get a new mouse (wireless this time); hopefully we have the roasters and the guinea fowl more tightly tucked up in their enclosure after a mass breakout on Monday; it’s almost the end of the work week; 2 of our beautiful ram lambs went to live as 4-H lambs with friends of ours; and I hear the weather might actually be getting warmer and more spring-like again! Or as the folktale says: “it could always be worse!” (Of course, my cold actually has gotten worse and gone into my chest and taken my voice with it, but, well, you can’t have everything!)
Are the words “dog” and “magnet” written over our front door or on our foreheads??? Maybe. Or just: 2 big animal suckers live here? We have had a chihuahua and a lab for many years, but then few years ago we inherited a Jack Russell from friends, and now it appears that our son’s dog is staying with us for awhile. Daisy the Bluetick/Walker hound mix, 8 months old. She is a sweetheart, big and gormless :*) I guess our 20 acres is perfect for a dog like a hound. She and Bear the Lab have a great time wandering and checking out the sights and smells. They look like two best friends going out the back door and heading into the woods in the snow. And then two funny faces wait for us at the back door. But… it also makes for a pretty busy household! Everyone has their place and a different relationship with their people: Tesser the Chihuahua makes sure to sleep with us at night; Josie the Jack Russell sleeps in the dog bed in the bathroom; Daisy sleeps in her crate, and Bear spends her evenings outside the bathroom door, and daytimes she spends it on her blanket in front of the south-facing french doors. I guess maybe everyone likes that location pretty well, come to think of it!