I feel like it’s bad luck to say anything, but lately the farm has been without incident. No dead poultry. No middle of the night husband running downstairs with rifle in hand. No injured animals. No drama.
I talk a lot about the ducks, because they’re kinda high maintenance. But the guineas have been surprisingly easy as of late. They don’t drink much water, so Will only fills it once a day. They aren’t too messy, so we haven’t had to change the hay lining their enclosure. And they put themselves to bed, first roosting on the branches nailed inside their enclosure, then moving into their house when it gets dark.