Guineas

Someone in our neighborhood has guineas. The day before as we rode by there were two of them running in a field, the one chasing the other.

And they were going at it! They were running full-tilt all over that field the entire time we were riding by and probably kept at it after we had gone.

I don't know what the bird being chased did to piss off the other one, but it must have been bad!

Kids at play

On the way into town there is a small goat farm.

The last several weeks have seen numerous additions to the farm as the does give birth.

The kids playing and romping around their paddocks are often good for a chuckle or two as I pass by.

This morning one kid in particular was climbing on top of an old tree stump in his pen. Wobbly-legged and wagging his tail in proud determination he conquered the stump.

I won't tell him that it was only a foot off the ground.

Bodies were everywhere

Blood, guts and appendages littered the road as I weaved my bicycle among the carnage.

I shook my head as I passed through the battlefield, wondering at the ferociousness of the conflict.

It was like seeing the aftermath of an extremely poorly played live-action game of Frogger.

The little fellows never had a chance.

Spring is here.