Frankie's chirps and chattering filtered up through the trees from the direction of the pond this morning...but he never goes down to the pond without one of us, so I was a little concerned, thinking about coyotes, raccoons, and other creatures that might consider guinea a delicacy.
The dogs were no where to be seen, but when I called, Max came galloping through the trees from that direction, with Frankie trotting right behind him like some misshapen shadow. What a relief! I should have known after all this time that he's too smart to wander far without a bodyguard. I wish I'd had my camera...
Charly was a minute or so behind them - no galloping or trotting up the hill for him anymore...but he did pick up his pace on the road when Max took off after a rabbit or something. And there went Frankie, tagging right along with them into the woods.
I wished for my camera again a little further down the road when I heard Frankie chirping fast and loud, almost squealing. He was attacking a huge grasshopper - clamping it in his beak, tossing it, grabbing it again and repeating the sequence, all the while making all of this noise. Have you ever watched a Bruce Lee movie? Remember how noisy he is when he fights...all his grunts, chirps, and squeals? I think he learned from a guinea.
I didn't have my camera, but watch this and imagine Bruce with a tall orange hat, a sharp hooked nose, beady black eyes and loose red..jowls...and the bad guys with long green legs, and you've got a picture of Frankie fighting that grasshopper this morning...chirping and squealing and protecting me from certain death, I'm sure.
