good morning, guineas
once in a while, it sounds like the sky is falling. i scurry around looking out for meteors or frogs or shards of apocalyptic juju. it turned out again this morning that it was the guineas on the tin roof. they are some of the strangest critters i've lived with. all seven of them move as one unit, at all times. even aside from the roof antics, the sounds they make are horrid - have you ever heard them? something like metal being crunched, or buckshot with a twang. and it just goes on, and on, and on. they are skittish and hard for me to photograph close-up, so this is TTW (through-the-window) of them looking so innocent as they eat their fill of ticks.