Do guineas make good house pets? I'm wondering about that right now because Frankie is sitting on the woodpile outside the window, looking in at me, watching me at the computer. He pecks at the wood looking for bugs every once in a while, but mostly he's just peering in, and sometimes cocking his head as if he's enjoying the Dixie Chicks' song playing on www.pandora.com.
So I've been taking little breaks from my writing to talk to him. He's good, quiet company. I wonder if he's missing Ruthie and this is easing his loneliness a little? I hope so. My kids tell me I have an overactive imagination. I blame it on my exposure to Black Beauty, Call of the Wild, Tarzan, and other books like that at a young age. Maybe they did warp my sense of reality, but who cares?
I better get back to work on my children's book...I might have to add a guinea character...
