The keets have been around more; they even got walked nearly to the house. I hear their cheeping like tiny bells (they will grow into klaxons). They already have dart-and freeze-in-the-grass skills, scratching, dozing, and following skills. Little beings the size and weight of ping pong balls, walking, eating, pooping, thinking. They’re so cute I can hardly stand it. They are already surprisingly independent, with a noticeably larger radius of dispersion than two days ago, and the flock moves faster. They aren’t obsessively dependent on mom at all, more that it’s important to them to stay with the group.I went out today and found a grey bird sitting on the chicks in the cool morning. The white (mother) hen came up nuzzling, like she was checking on her kids under the babysitter. I thought awww, Galahad’s at it again, sitting on the keets. Then I realized Galahad, who has been shadowing them the last couple days, was sleeping in the sun behind me. So who the heck is this co-parenting?!
You guys have complicated relationships.
Guineas are just SO lovely. They have a different social system than chickens and it seems very evolved. They accept the keets as tiny new additions that walk with the flock (reminds me of elephants). The keets will run to any of them, it seems, and any of them might run and get a left-behind cheeping chick. The males are super involved in keet care.
They’re so special and interesting that I just put up with the bloody noise. Even that, though, often means something. Not always, but often, there’s something they’re trying to say. Like, visitors are on their way, put some clothes on! They’ll come to the house together and yell at me, looking at me, then five minutes later someone walks up. Don’t say we didn’t tell you.The white hen spent some adult time lounging away from the keets today, who were all with someone else. Then all the birds were doing walkabout together with the keets flowing among their feet. I felt very “approved of” that they let me stand so close to their pile of chicks. When I walked right through the group was the first time I got a hint of mom flaring, reminding me of how crazy, insane cobra mom the last guinea mother I had was. This one is zenned right out.
The other white hen was also around today! Wolfing down food. So maybe she’s nearing the end of her sit as well.
I’m looking forward to when she stops leaving to hunker down with them at night, and brings them to the greenhouse for bedtime. I’ll need another laundry rack.