Earlier this year in the greenhouse.
Now it’s a little wilder. Even at this point, though, the guineas were getting lost. The “aisles” have kind of disappeared. I went to open the far doors, and there was a white guinea in the melons. Chirp chirp. Her boyfriend came back in for her, bushwhacking towards her to lead her out.
I have a theory that the guineas have kept down the beetles this year. I don’t have a problem this year, although I saw eggs on the leaves earlier. I also saw the guineas pecking the leaves on their evening browse. I think they might have been doing a daily cleanup.
The guineas are adorable. They gather at the door at night, and when I open the door, they file right in. This is where we sleep. They go for a browse and then perch on their swing. If I’m too late, the seventh gives up on me and sleeps somewhere else.
I have late blight, bummer, but still plenty of tomatoes coming. I canned 17 quarts yesterday.
Also yesterday, I turned the water on in the greenhouse, forgetting that the two new chicks and their Silkie mama are housed in there. Some of the joints and holes in the tape spray water in jets, so it might have been an exciting moment, when the sprinklers came on.
These lucky chicks are so late in the year, and with a Silkie mom that is not nearly as destructive as a big chicken, that they get to have the GH all to themselves to grow up in. I get lazy late in the year, and they are happy and safe in the jungle.