I can’t believe this just happened. I was closing up the birdies’ coops in the almost completely dark, and there was one guinea that wasn’t up on the perch. It’s tough; their perches swing, and they fall off, or knock each other off, but they are usually all back on by nightfall.
He was sitting on the edge of the chickery slash confinement module. I was already crouched beside him to shut the big coop, so I reached out, like, here, I’ll help you up (haha). He let me touch him! Not a hint of a flinch. They’re dopey at night, but we could still see each other.
I started prying his little toes off of the edge to take his feet in my hand. Once he was standing on my hand instead of the wooden edge, I stood up with him. He settled right down on my hand, squeezing my fingers with his feet like he was ready to stay. One foot was colder than the other.
It was Flash, one with the white wingtip feathers. I raised him up to the perch, but since he was not at all motivated to jump from my hand to the perch, he did not (Oh, I don’t mind staying on the heated perch), and I’m not tall enough to reach their pole.
I had to stand on a hay bale and stretch over, and then he shuffled his feet from my hand to the perch. Adorably, the next bird over on the perch then side shuffled over to cuddle, which was friendly:)