The Cat and Guinea hens

Hello! My barn name is Precious and my horse’s barn name is Pretty Boy. OK. Just checking to see if I had gone crazy but if I know our names I guess I’m okay.

You know how I have told you that we have guinea hens that come to visit us? Well they are not babies anymore. They are full grown guineas and there are a lot of them. Some of them are gray and some of them are pure white. Most of the flock just passes thru on their daily rounds of eating any bug they can find but there are maybe three to six of them that stay around here all day. I think they think of my farm as their second home. This morning what got me to thinking my thinker might be broken is that I saw one of those white guineas chasing the big gray cat. First time I ever saw that happen. You know most of the time it would be a cat after a bird but nooo not with guineas I guess. That cat was walking very low to the ground trying to make himself invisible I suppose but it didn’t work out for him. He was doing okay when he had places he could go from one cover to another but then he got out in the open and that’s when I could really see the show! For those of you who do not know guineas I will get the house mouse to tell the human girl to take a picture and post it on here for you. For now you will just have to imagine a very funny looking chicken with a long neck. Now imagine that chasing after a rather large cat. Very funny indeed. And the noise that guinea was making as he tried to tell that cat he must learn how to play nice was enough to wake up the Pretty Boy who was napping out in my pasture. That guinea hen chased the cat from the East to the West fussing at him the whole way till the cat finally made it to the feed shed and ran up under it where the guinea hen couldn’t follow. That was surely funny to see that big cat thinking ‘I do not need to run I am a big cat’ get run up on by a fussing guinea hen. Yes ma’am that surely was funny to see.