First the geese, then the turkeys, now the guinea hens! Good Lord, will it ever end? I wonder if the farmer raises these birds? They would make a nice cash crop for gourmet restaurants I suppose. Or at least novelty eggs for some co-op.
Despite the snow, they peck away at the ground as if some treat lay scattered about free for the taking. Funny, I never hear any bird sounds as I recall. Maybe that's because I have my windows closed against the cold, or other traffic sounds drown them out.
I don't know. Its a mystery to me. How do they remember who's day it is to forage there? Do they keep a written schedule? Does some crazy turkey sometimes forget and show up when its guinea hen day? Do they get confused and end up with the wrong flock? Maybe that's why I occasionally see a lone goose flying in circles crying pitifully. Maybe he accidentally spent the night with the guinea hens.
Sounds like a dissertation paper waiting to be written.
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