the visitor

My guineas were squawking up a storm this morning. But that's not unusual for them. Lots of things set them off. Although there did seem to be a more urgent tone in their cackling. But when the chickens started in too I knew there had to be something going on.

This is what was going on. A visitor.

My dogs mostly ignore my birds, except Meg and Seth will move them around a bit. This one was new though so it got their attention more.

At least for a second or two.

Then the food I threw down for the pea hen was much more interesting.

I'm sure Seth figured this new bird should be put with all the other birds. Chaos and birds all over the place is just not tolerated.

The pea hen was not intimidated by either me or the dogs. I figure it may be someone's pet. The only thing that seemed to ruffle its feathers was, of course, The Poodle. Nobody likes the poodle. The sheep hate him, the guineas hate him. Not sure what it is about him, maybe the curly hair?

I'll check the lost and found today and if she is still there when I get home I'll call whoever lost her.