Bliss and Mayhem.
Days at Burnt Biscuit Ranch are filled with gratifying hard work, rewarding discoveries and blissful feelings of enrichment for a job well done.
Nights; however, can have the opposite effect on one's psyche.
The sounds of screams awakened one chihuahua, the cat and her.
They weren't human screams but just as heart wrenching.
Two of the guineas were released from the hen house the morning before.
They stayed close to home barely venturing more than a few feet away to peck for insects and weed tops. Somehow one little guenia got over the fence only to forget how to return to his friends and the familiarity of home.
As dusk turned to night and the birds in the chicken house took to thier roosts, the one guenia hovered as close to the fence and his friends as he could. The other free guenia took refuge on the roof of the hen house.
Nearby the Predator came out from under the barn, leaving her babies in the nest she had carefully built to protect them from the snakes, coyotes and humans who all lived nearby.
It took little time for her hungry senses to lead her to the hen house. All was quiet as usual, except for the rustling of something nearby. The Predator scurried over to the fence and saw the evening meal, trembling with fear just on the other side.
The Predator's wily ways soon found an opening and approached the frightened guenia.
The guenia ran away from his safe haven by the fence. He ran and ran and when he felt the Predator was close, he flew. But guenias cannot fly very far and, too late, he realized he was out in the open with no tree, nor bush nor fence to land. He came tumbling down just short of the pasture fence. With one final leap, the Predator jumped onto the guenia's tired little body. Feathers flew while the guenia's paniced screams pierced the silence of the night. The struggle was short as the Predator broke the guenia's little neck, swiftly extinguishing his life.
The Predator's belly satisfied, she went back to her nest to nurse her young.
The next morning he found the pile of feathers, scooped up the guenia's bones and took them to the dumpster.
A new day had begun at Burnt Biscuit Ranch
Days at Burnt Biscuit Ranch are filled with gratifying hard work, rewarding discoveries and blissful feelings of enrichment for a job well done.
Nights; however, can have the opposite effect on one's psyche.
The sounds of screams awakened one chihuahua, the cat and her.
They weren't human screams but just as heart wrenching.
Two of the guineas were released from the hen house the morning before.
They stayed close to home barely venturing more than a few feet away to peck for insects and weed tops. Somehow one little guenia got over the fence only to forget how to return to his friends and the familiarity of home.
As dusk turned to night and the birds in the chicken house took to thier roosts, the one guenia hovered as close to the fence and his friends as he could. The other free guenia took refuge on the roof of the hen house.
Nearby the Predator came out from under the barn, leaving her babies in the nest she had carefully built to protect them from the snakes, coyotes and humans who all lived nearby.
It took little time for her hungry senses to lead her to the hen house. All was quiet as usual, except for the rustling of something nearby. The Predator scurried over to the fence and saw the evening meal, trembling with fear just on the other side.
The Predator's wily ways soon found an opening and approached the frightened guenia.
The guenia ran away from his safe haven by the fence. He ran and ran and when he felt the Predator was close, he flew. But guenias cannot fly very far and, too late, he realized he was out in the open with no tree, nor bush nor fence to land. He came tumbling down just short of the pasture fence. With one final leap, the Predator jumped onto the guenia's tired little body. Feathers flew while the guenia's paniced screams pierced the silence of the night. The struggle was short as the Predator broke the guenia's little neck, swiftly extinguishing his life.
The Predator's belly satisfied, she went back to her nest to nurse her young.
The next morning he found the pile of feathers, scooped up the guenia's bones and took them to the dumpster.
A new day had begun at Burnt Biscuit Ranch
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