When I left for the eye doctor this morning, the girls from next door had come over for breakfast. They think we have the best ticks in town--or, I guess, out of town.
I was pleased to see that they had brought a couple of chicks with them. I'm sorry it's so blurry, but if I had gotten close enough to get a clear picture, they would have flapped away squawking at the tops of their voices and, believe me, that is very loud.
Everyone should get the chance to spend some time watching guinea hens. They are hysterical, and hysteria is their defining mood. They are like a bunch of gabbling old biddies, and the slightest disturbance sending them waddling behind the nearest bush or tree, and screeching like they're being chased by demons. If one gets separated from the rest, she gets hysterical and runs back and forth crying, and looking for the rest. She's in agony trying to choose between the horror that she's trying to escape (me!), and the misery of being alone.
I got to the eye doctor's office early and there was no one in the parking lot except for me and these guys. No undignified running around for them. They gave way to the car, but only as far as they absolutely had to, and there wasn't so much as a ruffled feather among them. They look very disciplined, don't they? They kind of remind me of Nazis.
So, I had an entertaining morning, which was good since it made up for the fact that my appointment is next week.