Guineas are weird. In case you hadn’t ever noticed.
I’m not sure they feel like part of the crowd in the chicken yard. They keep to themselves as much as possible, like visiting beings trapped on an alien planet.
Everybody’s out of the brooder now.
The big chicks, the group of Araucanas we got a couple months ago, are growing and pushing their boundaries, trying to race past me every time I open the chicken yard door. They’re too young yet to go out into the big, wide world.
The “littles” as I call them–the smaller group of younger chicks that Weston brought home from Ag class one day–are just out of the brooder and scared of everybody. They huddle together in corners.
I love my pretty Rouens.
Their beaks always look muddy like that because they’re always standing in puddles and doing this:
The ducks need their own house and their own yard. We got them a baby pool and filled it up with water. That was dumb, don’t do that. A guinea got in there, got waterlogged and couldn’t get out, and nearly drowned.
I don’t think there’s a lot of room in there for brain cells.
We wrapped it in towels, dried it off, and kept it separated until it felt better. It recovered. And we took the baby pool out.
Someday the ducks will have their own fenced yard around the pond. Until then, they have to settle for what they can get.
The water’s always muddy like that because half the time the ducks are standing in it.
Which then doesn’t deter them from sticking their faces in there.
Aside from the big, regular poultry waterer, they have two big pans of water I fill up three times a day. And they wish it were more. The term “like ducks take to water” makes so much sense after you have ducks. Chickens and guineas, they just drink enough water to survive. They weren’t meant to live with ducks. They have nothing in common with ducks. Ducks, they live for water. They wax rhapsodic for water. Water is in their soul.
“Come live with me and be my love….
…..and we shall all the pleasures prove.”
Chicken: “Oh, brother.”
“I can’t take much more of this, Mabel, I can’t. I’m GONNA BLOW!”