The Sad, Sorry Guineas of Lincoln County are a wretched bunch. Two and Three are your standard pearl guinea. One is a lavender; Four is a purple. They are all intent on being the victims of starvation or predation.
Since their flee on Mother's Day morning they have been seen twice and heard from only a few times more. Two evenings ago marked the second (and feared last) sighting. Dear Old Four, at first mistaken for a chicken, was found alone at dusk feverishly racing the sun for the last of the feed and water. The sun set on him nearly five and a half feet up in the apple tree and by morning his branch sat empty.
AND SO, the feeders of The Sad, Sorry Guineas of Lincoln County turn their ears towards the wind in search of wayward guinea calls of homecoming. They also sit in what can only be described as a bit of fearful anticipation for the day when their neighbors will call and request the removal of those four fool birds from their property. Because damn it. Guineas are nuts, especially when playing the role of the pursued.