The guinea hens above were relaxing on a bridge just outside the Big Creek entrance to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. I stopped to take their picture, and listening to their distinctive guinea hen cackling, I remembered raising some of these crazy birds back in the 1970s. I had a farm in West Virginia, and was given a batch of cute little guinea hen chicks. They were adorable at that stage of life, and I trained them to sit on my shoulders … sometimes one on each side. Of course eventually they grew up to be dirty and noisy, and big and heavy. The problem was, they still liked to fly up and roost on my shoulders. Ouch!
Please stop in and visit me to see the complete display of Smoky Mountain Photography at the William Britten Gallery in Gatlinburg, TN.