Three dead Guineas

Three dead Guineas

~Part 1 of 3~

One day Dh brought home three Guinea chicks.

He placed them on the front porch in a small crate with a lid.

The man that sold them to him said that they will need to stay in a small area for a few days, in order to get use to the area, before letting loose.
DH dropped them off on his lunch break, then went back to work.

I went out to look at them with the kids more closely…I didn’t know too much about them. Other then they are super noisy once they mature in age. They are good working birds though, DH said.

I told the kids that they are somewhat like baby chickens, a bit bigger when full grown, and they will take care of all the bad buggies in the yard. YAY!

After the mini lesson, my youngest asked if she could hold one.

I figured, why not?

I lifted the lid and picked one up.

I decided that the lid could remain off, because they were much too tiny to fly off. After she was done holding it, I thought to give it some exercise…

I felt bad seeing them all in a tiny crate.
So I gently placed it on the front porch. ❤

We watched it for a few minutes, as it just kinda stood in one place.
My son asked me why it wasn’t doing anything fun?
I didn’t know. Maybe it was just taking in the new surroundings….

The kids got bored quickly and headed back inside.


I decided that if it was just going to stand in one place, I might as well have a seat on the porch swing.

After about  twenty minutes, I placed it back in the crate, and took another out.

Just as soon as I placed it in the same place as the other one was, it darted off under the van like Speedy Gonzalez!!
I freaked out and called for the kids to come help me!

I guess my voice scared the little guy, or girl… And it darted across the dirt road and into the corn field.

The kids ran off in the corn field in hopes to catch it for me.

I really had faith that they would.

I mean, five kids, verses a tiny itty-bitty chick? Of course they would catch it!

That is when DH called to check in on them.

He wanted to make sure they were fine.

I told him, Sure, they are fine….If I could care for five kids, what the heck did he think?! That I couldn’t watch over a few tiny chicks??


There was really no need to go into detail over the phone.
Besides, they were FINE….
At least two out of three were.
With any luck, the kids would catch the little guy and bring him back to the crate in a few minutes.

I hung up the phone, and called out for the kids. I didn’t hear them.

They must have been deep into the corn field by now.

I walked over to the field.
As most girls, kinda scared..Recalling the Horror Movie, Children of the corn.
I didn’t really want to go through the field…. :o/

That is when I heard a noise!

I called for the kids again, and heard one of them yell, “Don’t let the cat get him!”

I forgot about the two vicious cats we have. They are AMAZING HUNTERS!


Still feeling hopeful, I went back over to the porch swing and had a seat. What was I going to do?

Then in a few minutes, I heard the kids coming.

They returned empty handed…*sigh*

They told me that they were all hot and sweaty, and wanted to go back inside.


I remained on the porch swing trying to figure out what I was going to tell DH…

 Just then, I noticed a pretty large size bird swooping down to the corn field… UP! UP! UP! into the air…Seriously?!

What was that thing it had in its feet??

You guessed it! It appeared to be my Guinea.


Just as it was making its way back in the sky, my son was looking out the front window yelling for his siblings to come look at the big bird that caught a big mouse!!


My oldest saw that it was NOT a mouse, and came outside and said…

“I guess the cats didn’t catch it?”


I just looked at her…….



The positive side was: WE STILL HAD TWO MORE!
Well, we did..until Day two came. :o(

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