Tonight I found two guinea fowl chicks stuck behind a wired fence. All the adult guinea fowl had gone off to roost noisily at a distant tree, sounding off the most frantic calls they could muster. They seem to have abandoned the two to their fate. Or so I thought. I tried grabbing those chicks to get them out, but they were too quick and too afraid of human hands. It was getting darker and darker and soon other creatures would prey on them.
I ran to fetch a pair of wire cutters and when I got back I noticed one adult guinea fowl standing on the other side of the fence. It was mimicking the sounds the chicks were making. At this point I could see one chick close by, the other one I could no longer hear. I cut a hole close to the ground, about the size of the chick. It wasn’t difficult to scare the chick towards the gap and once if was free it quickly ran in the direction of the adult.
Then they disappeared into the tall grass until their chirping was swallowed by frantic cries from the distant tree.
The other night I saw Jon Snow’s “Unseen Gaza.” In it, as expected, were horrible scenes resulting from the Israeli bombardment of an unarmed population. The worst footage was that of a four-month-old baby, with her lower parts missing. An Israeli tank had apparently run over her charred body. She looked like a broken doll that had been salvaged from a furnace.
It is February 2009. Can you hear the wailing?