It's pretty chilly here this morning. Temperature in the 40's. All the babies made it through the night and that makes me happy...
In cold weather, baby guineas are about as fragile as a pot of Impatients. A few years back a guinea hen hatched twenty some babies. Thinking we were doing the right thing, we left them with their mother to raise. We found dead babies scattered about the yard and woods, in every patch of wet grass, and lost in the tall grass around the pond. That mother guinea made it home that first day with only five babies.
Seems there is always a little sad news to go along with the good. An owl caught and killed one our six adult guineas a few nights ago. The guinea was missing Thursday morning . Thursday evening when I went to close the chickens up for the night they were all squawking and carrying on. Some were even trying to get out of the lot. There had to be a predator lurking around. I yelled for Poppy. He came running out with his shotgun. He did hear a noise in the woods so he fired a shot into the air. When he did, an owl flew from a tree right outside the chicken house. All got quite for the night. Then last night the same thing happened. Again Poppy fired a shot and the owl flew. Thankfully, the guineas had sense enough to roost in a different tree.
Curious about the new babies...
Wonder if the guineas are warning Smokey about the mean old owl...
Looks like the meeting is over...
Guess I had better head back outside. The last of the peppers need to be picked before I can finish cleaning up the garden.
Oh, one more. The colors are kinda pretty here...
Looks like it will be the middle of November before our leaves are really pretty. We still have mostly green.
Thank you for visiting. Hope to be back soon.
Love,
Henny
I should have put in my post that little Smokey really is safe at night from owls and other predators. He is now sleeping with big Eli and Weetie on the enclosed front porch. Smokey also has his own bed on the front porch. :)
In cold weather, baby guineas are about as fragile as a pot of Impatients. A few years back a guinea hen hatched twenty some babies. Thinking we were doing the right thing, we left them with their mother to raise. We found dead babies scattered about the yard and woods, in every patch of wet grass, and lost in the tall grass around the pond. That mother guinea made it home that first day with only five babies.
Seems there is always a little sad news to go along with the good. An owl caught and killed one our six adult guineas a few nights ago. The guinea was missing Thursday morning . Thursday evening when I went to close the chickens up for the night they were all squawking and carrying on. Some were even trying to get out of the lot. There had to be a predator lurking around. I yelled for Poppy. He came running out with his shotgun. He did hear a noise in the woods so he fired a shot into the air. When he did, an owl flew from a tree right outside the chicken house. All got quite for the night. Then last night the same thing happened. Again Poppy fired a shot and the owl flew. Thankfully, the guineas had sense enough to roost in a different tree.
Curious about the new babies...
Wonder if the guineas are warning Smokey about the mean old owl...
Looks like the meeting is over...
Guess I had better head back outside. The last of the peppers need to be picked before I can finish cleaning up the garden.
Oh, one more. The colors are kinda pretty here...
Looks like it will be the middle of November before our leaves are really pretty. We still have mostly green.
Thank you for visiting. Hope to be back soon.
Love,
Henny
I should have put in my post that little Smokey really is safe at night from owls and other predators. He is now sleeping with big Eli and Weetie on the enclosed front porch. Smokey also has his own bed on the front porch. :)
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