My youngest son named our guinea rooster “Contraire.” The bird has earned it. He came as one of ten guinea chicks, and remained as one of three that escaped a mink. Sickness and a raccoon whittled down the flock until Contraire was the sole survivor. He keeps meticulous watch over the regular chickens, sounding likeContinue reading “Contraire”
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