Guineas really are good for something. One of them went running towards the front of the yard doing all those things Guineas do when it comes to something dangerous, talked quietly about it. I could see the "stick" from where I was and knew that wasn't a stick. He ran to me, then ran back towards it. I called him back since I didn't know what it was for sure. I went out, without a gun, thinking it wasn't going to be anything until it rattled. I grabbed the closest gun which was my little .32 got it couple of times but it wasn't doing the job. It was headed for the big Azalea that the Guineas like to hang out under. No way could I let it under it because I could never get at it. The little gun I used got it to turn. I ran to the house for the shotgun not even sure it was loaded. It's been so long since I last used it I couldn't even remember how to check. Finally found the button I needed and gave it a blast. That's the stump it retreated to making it very easy to not miss while I was shaking holding the shotgun.