First let me say that Gimpy is doing ok. She's not out of the woods so to speak but she is actually doing well.
Believe it or not I never heard a thing until we spotted this very bad hawk diving around into the bushes. I ran outside, heard the racket, but the hawk had no guinea.Then I saw my sweet guinea feathers all over the place...on one side of the path and on the other side in the bushes where I found two scared guineas running to me for safety. I still had to battle off the hawk, chasing him to find that she just lead me to another group of screaming guineas.
There was no time to count but I couldn't find an injured bird...until I turned and looked back home. There was Ole, laying next to a poor guinea hen with her little legs sticking up in the air actually "kicking" almost like a cartoon character.
It was Gimpy. Poor Gimpy, who had a leg issue that laid her up for weeks in the coop. And who already had been saved from Ole's jaws after her recovery. But this time, it was Ole that saved her.
From what I've pieced together the hawk tried desperately to kill and eat Gimpy, but before it could accomplish the job, Ole stepped in and "saved" her. Now I'm not saying that Ole didn't "save" her for himself...but I'm not NOT saying that either.
I ran to her aid, found she was still alive. I took her in the house and went out to coax the remaining 12 kids back into their coop.
Gimpy is badly injured from the hawk, and I am doing everything to help her heal.
Believe it or not after just a couple days, she is now spending her afternoons back out with the gang...the place she loves to be.
This is Gimpy in the foreground with her injured back.
I think Ole deserves a good belly rub for this one.