Guineas in the mist

I totally understand why no one goes trick-or-treating on my road: it's narrow and twisty, with lots of blind curves and no streetlights or sidewalks, and you never know when a critter might skitter across the road in front of you. Houses are far apart, and a child in a mask that limits peripheral vision would be taking his life in his hands walking up my driveway. And of course the guineas' alarm call makes it sound like someone is getting murdered in my meadow. Scary place! But beautiful too, especially in the early-morning autumn fog.

 

Guineas in the mist, and chickens too

The resident woodsman has been working hard.