A wandering guineafowl was my father

On getting home this evening all the guinea fowl had gone to bed in the open barn. At first I thought they had all vanished, again. But no, they had just decided it would be safer to move home. This seems to be a guinea fowl thing and the worst of their habit. However they usual shed is reasonably warm and perfectly safe, so fearing foxes, I decided to move them. Big mistake – five now where they should be, safe and warm. One on the stable roof, safe but not warm, and one totally missing, and possibly not going to turn up tomorrow. IF I manage to relocate the missing one and reunite the flock, they are spending a couple of days indoors. They I am once again clipping flight feathers. Then a couple of days to calm them and centre them. Then, maybe, freedom again.

I must, must get to the spring with a male and a female. Then I can hatch some under calm and helpful hens, who can, I hope teach them a less nomadic way of thought.

And for non-biblically trained readers, the original phrase is ‘A wandering Aramean was my father’ and it is the start of a rehearsal of the story of the exile in Egypt, god’s rescue of his people from there, and their being placed in a land flowing with milk and honey. Then the first fruits are offered. I wish the guineas had less enthusiasm for wilderness wanderings.


5 responses to “A wandering guineafowl was my father

  1. poor things. what’s the morning report?

  2. rosemaryhannah

    All seven re-united, but nerves very frayed. I herded them (think, ‘cats’) into their shed (which has two large windows) to spend the day calming down. This evening, herded ‘their’ hen and chicks back in. They were delighted to see her.

  3. I’d love to be a fly on the wall for all this. I’m glad all are safely in.

  4. We (mainly mini) is very glad to know the ‘quack quacks’ are safe. They were chatting away when I was up.

  5. rosemaryhannah

    I meant to buy scissors in town today so I could clip the flight feathers – a little sad but I don’t think letting them go off to die in the winter cold is kind either. So they will spend a bit longer in.

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