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Flight of the…. Guinea Fowl?

The evening began with Josh running around the house gathering the emergency kit, Nalgene bottle, and boots. I followed behind peppering him with questions about the child that had gone missing at the Christmas tree farm down the road which we knew about because of a police roadblock Josh passed through en route to the house. We drove down to our friends’ house (because they were a quick jog to the area being searched). Upon pulling up, we saw someone in the yard and I rolled down the window to ask if we could park at the house while helping with the search. She told us that the little girl had just been found curled up by the electric fence about 100 yards from her home. The child was fine and quickly returned to her parents. Relief washed over us and we sat in the driveway chatting with our friends while a long line of cars belonging to volunteers streamed by.

This community is not the type to bring you a ham when they find out your grandmother died or even invite you over for dinner to welcome you. In fact, you may never see them unless they are riding a lawnmower alongside the road and you can just make them out through the red clay dustcloud. BUT if your child wanders from your sight or a powerline is down and has struck your vehicle — in a few short moments, you will be surrounded by altruistic country folks with gentle south-Georgia drawls, who heard about your situation and dropped everything in their lives to help you.

And that is exactly what happened last night.

Of course, while all of this was going on… one of our guineas was plotting escape. Maybe it was the flashing lights in the distance and Little Man (our wayward guinea fowl) thought the disco was in town. Who knows? He was certainly dressed for it:

After Josh finished eating, I went to close up the guinea house and discovered that Little Man was bedded down in the neighbor’s lot. Now if he had been up in a tree, we would have left him alone but this winged and flight-capable bird decided to abandon all logic and curl up a few yards from the fox’ den of iniquity (certain death for a ground-dwelling guinea fowl). Josh brought out a blanket to throw over Little Man and I held the flashlight beam in his eyes. So Little Man waited patiently for his daddy to scale the fence and come within one foot of him to launch himself deeper into the dark woods. Josh and I ran with flashlight beams darting this way and that as we tripped, leapt, and fell over fallen trees and brush.

This is where it would have been nice to have my pick of superpowers. (Come on, like you never thought about it…) I’m thinking that x-ray vision, invisibility, and super-speed would have been just about perfect for guinea wrangling. Which would you choose?

We crashed around the front lot and attempted to herd our winged fugitive towards the guinea house where our three normal birds were snuggled on their branch with tiny white heads tucked into gray polka dot wings. Just as we rounded the corner of the house, the flood lights came on and away Little Man ran. It was close to midnight when Josh and I finally cornered Little Man between the house and backyard fence. Josh threw the blanket over our runaway, picked him up, and carried him to the guinea house. All was well on the Razor Farm. The best part? I got to cuddle up safe in the arms of my Superhero on the front porch after he’d saved the world. Golly, I love my husband.

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  • Dirkey - nothing better than cuddling up next to your own personal superhero πŸ™‚
    Wow, major kudos for catching a guinea hen, those things are QUICK!!!ReplyCancel

  • Verde - Thanks be to God the child was OK. There’s a lot of good people down that way.

    Laughing on your exploits on chasing the guinea fowl.ReplyCancel

  • Christina - Thank goodness for super heros!!!! The warmblooded ones are always the best!!! Have a great day! ChristinaReplyCancel

  • Leah - Yep, having your own personal super hero around is a wonderful thing. πŸ˜€

    I think I would like to have the ability to shape shift… then I could turn into a hawk and know what it feels like to fly. Or be a kitty and just nap in the afternoon sun without anyone telling me I am being lazy, since that’s what kitties are meant to do. Or be a wolf and howl at the moon. hehe

    I will have to ask my mother and see what she says, but I don’t know that I will even hear back from her. She is too busy most days; she travels a lot for work and when she’s not doing that she’s making things for her soap business and if not that she’s eating, exercising or sleeping!ReplyCancel

  • Leah - Oh yeah… I don’t know of all the places she gets her supplies but I do know she gets things from http://www.brambleberry.com and http://www.snowdriftfarm.comReplyCancel

  • Christine - I love your story-telling!

    Having grown up in the panhandle of Florida (and my grandparents lived in Warner Robins, GA) I can attest to the southern helpfulness. It is just one of the many things I miss about living down south. Up here, no one could give a hoot. πŸ™

    Thank God the little girl is safe and your SuperHero rescued the fowl. What a day of adventure for you!!ReplyCancel

  • Holly - Well, Lacy, I went ahead and did it. It’s a start, anyway; I guess we’ll see what happens from here, eh?

    Now about your post: I’m so glad to read that the lost little girl was found safe and sound. It’s truly inspiring to see how a community which normally keeps to itself will come to the aid of each other when a child is involved; interesting how it’s the children who bring everyone together, isn’t it?

    I’m glad Josh was finally able to capture Little Man. That silly guinea obviously doesn’t realize he’s much safer inside the pen than outside of it, eh? πŸ˜€

    I wonder if Josh has any idea about how lucky he is to have a partner/lover/wife/friend who worships him. Not very many people have that, you know. I hope he knows how blessed he is to have found you…

    Have a great day, Lacy. I hope you like the new site…ReplyCancel

  • Brenda Kula - Sounds about as exciting around your neck of the woods as it seems to be around here. Glad you caught him. Glad the child is safe. I use to be an investigative reporter in my younger days. And there are still girls missing I wrote about in 1981, if you can believe that. Hard-core stuff. And heart-breaking. Glad you had a good ending to what could have been disaster.
    BrendaReplyCancel

  • Shari - OMG Lacy. The bird doesn’t know how lucky he was. Made me laugh just thinking about it. (Gram too—doing well thanks for asking). Gram says to tell you how lucky you were it wasn’t raining while you were trying to catch Little Man LOL.

    One of the best blogs I’ve ever seen.

    ShariReplyCancel

  • Applie - I am glad that little girl was found safe and that all your neighbors ran out to help, but where were they when your Little Man escaped. LOL

    It is nice to cuddle up to your very own superhero. πŸ˜€ReplyCancel

  • Robin - I’m praising the Lord that the little girl was safe & sound! πŸ˜€

    Guinea fowl are just beautiful, IMO. I love the black and white pattern in their feathers. I’m wondering if my Grandma had some on her farm, because they sure look familiar. She did have Silkie chickens, I do remember that. And Peacocks & Pea Hens. And, and and… lots more. πŸ™‚

    I love that sort of music on the video!

    Have a super day! Hugs, Robin :mrgreen:ReplyCancel

  • Carrie T - That sounds a lot easier than catching escaped goats. I would have loved to have superpowers that afternoon! I really enjoy your site!ReplyCancel

  • Jane - Yup – I know the feeling. My family are so sick of distress calls to help me round up wayward fowls that have hopped over into the neighbours’ gardens (most people here – Johannesburg – have big dogs, we have a small dog and guinea fowl); or simply disappeared, that they no longer respond, until I start getting hysterical. Damn fowls. They have no idea how much distress they cause. One died a while ago and the specialist vet had no idea why. It had been at the (secialist avian) vet to see why it was ailing, he said it was fine bring it home; it died that night. I wrapped it in brown paper and put it in the fridge in the vegetable drawer (you can imagine how THAT went down in the family – my husband is a chef) took it back to him and demanded it went off to Ondersterpoort (the main vetenary university / facility in the country) for a full autopsy. My father (a ‘real’ farmer) thought I had taken leave of my senses. Perhaps I have. Perhaps you catch it from your guinea fowl!ReplyCancel

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