Their Eyes Are On You

The guineas are really starting to grow and get some size to them now. They are slow eaters at times. They love ticks and other insects. They are very good at policing the area for parasites and other bugs. They are finally big enough that we feel comfortable letting them free range. They don't look like it int he photos but they are all bigger than a shoes box. A full grown size 10 shoe box. The barn door to their stall is opened every morning. They are free to come and go as they please. They know where home is and come back to it each evening. They are an excellent alarm system. The least little thing startles them (talk about being chicken) and they begin to scream and caw and shrill to beat the band. You always have a fair idea of where they are. They like high places and can be found more often than not on the roof of the poultry barn. Just before dark they begin making their trek back to the barn door and to their roost. We go out later and shut the doors. Not to keep them in but to keep night scavaging beasts out. Possum, raccoon, weasles and the like will feast on them. The turkey roost is right next door and I plan to have turkey at Thanksgiving. I do not plan to let some other varmit feast before hand. Which isnot really a feast because those animals would only eat the head off of them and leave the carcass for us to find the next morning. Last night we went out just at night fall to shut the doors. Our soft speech and foot steps did not go unnoticed. Over in the first section of the barn both windows are filled to the brim with nosey neighbors. I looked up and had to take a picture of these two silly goats. This is Cindy. She does not liked to be milked. We talk about the situation but she isn't sure about it. So we have to do things the hard way. I feed and protect her so I am the boss. This she must learn. I never milk her dry. Usually she gives me a quart and a half and I leave the rest for the two babies she really needs to wean. This is Lilah. She is my favorite. She just stands there util you are finished with her at milking time. She gives a whopping half gallon of milk every single morning. I don't milk her out completely because she has a baby who doesn't want to be weaned yet. So a little milk for the baby is spared. Silly goats faces. They make me happy.