My dad retired to north central Arkansas 20+ years ago where has a small farm and raises cows, goats, ticks, and chiggers. Due to some health issues I just spent 6 weeks up there feeding the cows, goats, dogs, cats, ticks and chiggers. He raises Guinea Fowl to eat ticks and chiggers around the yard. Guinea's are one can short of a 6-pack in the brain department and they have a call that sounds like a rusty hand pump that they use to announce their location to predators day and night. Every year he buys a dozen or so and is lucky to have one left by the end of the year due to hawks, owls, coons and coyotes. Last year I made him Moe, a metal Guinea that the hawks just bounce off of. This year, Minnie is the sole survivor of last year's batch and she has a thing for Moe. His rugged yet polished good looks and quiet manner set her heart aflutter. I'm afraid this isn't going to end well for Minnie.