Then one day, disaster struck, and one guinea met an untimely end at the teeth of an unknown predator. The remains were summarily buried atop Mt. Weather in back of the shop.
This left us with one lone guinea. We gradually came to the conclusion that the survivor at least, was a male. This meant Deanna was now known as Dino. Eh, gender fluidity and all, right?
Being a lone guinea amidst a bunch of hens meant things were somewhat quieter here. Dino now only screams at the blueberries, the grass, and the sky intermittently, rather than the constant noise of old. He still chased the hens around the yard though, driving them away.
Sometimes Monkey1 would coo at him, imitating a guinea song, and he would run all around, looking for the other guinea...poor guy was lonely!
Then one day, he saw HER. She was big, like he was. She was black and white, sort of like he was. She had red on her head, like him, so what if it wasn't in the same place? She MUST be guinea!
Salty on the other hand, ignored his advances. In fact she pretty much ignores him totally, unless he has something tasty to