Last night as I left the chicken coop keet nursery, the guineas greeted me and walked with me to the house. Guinea Boy is the flock leader, the most aggressive male. He chirped to me, and I told him he has some children in the nursery. He puffed his wings up at that moment as if he was proud, and I couldn't help but laugh at him. Evidently the white male guinea, the next in the male pecking order, laughed, too, because Guinea Boy had to turn and chase him a couple feet. Guinea Boy walked away proud, with the wings up in defiance. White Guinea shook off the shame and followed Guinea Boy. I told White Guinea he should be proud, because has at least one child in the nursery. I watched as they all turned and flew up to their resting place in the big pine tree for the night.
And that will be the last time I ever see Guinea Boy. He was killed this morning by our front door, just like the coral blue guinea who was killed there yesterday morning. Guinea Boy ran to the door for protection. And he was murdered and his body was drug away into the woods.
Goodbye, my dear Guinea Boy. You had quite the personality. White Guinea will take over your flock duties, but the flock will never be the same.
I vow vengeance to the monsters in the woods for killing my guineas... Your time will come, and it will be when you least expect it.