I was sitting on the sill of my open front door, a convenient place I’ve found for potting up starts, my dirt and trays arrayed in front of me, when the guineas wandered up.
They arrived quite suddenly, maintaining their constant twittering conversation about everything, and they came right up on the deck to see what I was doing. Whatrya doing?
I was so glad I was in arms-reach of my camera. I thought they were after the green stuff, but they didn’t make a move for it. Then, they apparently reached a conclusion about what was happening here, and, inspection done, they turned and left just as quickly, still ceaselessly conversating.Carry on. You passed. I’ll be checking up on you later, Cheeks.
Notice Cheeks was with me at the side of the deck, and she was subject to inspection too. She looked a little nervous- she froze and her eye got big.
Guineas are so funny. Strange, and funny. They’re different. I’m so pleased with this bunch. They roll around like friendly patrol cops on a beat, keeping tabs on everyone, including me. Oh, gardening? That’s acceptable. Hi again, how’s the job coming? I haven’t seen them on the deck before, but it’s great that they come around the house so close, instead of insisting on being cagey distant wild animals.