Wednesday, July 10, 2013

A Bad Week For Guineas

It's been a bad week for guineas. A really bad week. In the past 7 days I have had one guinea hen disappear, one guinea male get eaten by a predator, and another guinea hen get seriously injured. I had to put the injured hen down last night. She was the only guinea with a name; we called her Ramona. She had hurt her leg and, because guineas can't really fly, she wasn't able to move around.  I gave her several days to see if her leg would heal but it didn't and she was losing weight. Last night when I went out to feed them she was no longer able to hop on the other leg and she looked terrible. So I went and got a sharp razor blade and gave her the fastest, least stressful death I could. It was not something I wanted to do but I don't believe in letting animals suffer unnecessarily. She was too scrawny to warrant eating so I carried her body out in the woods and left it for the nighttime animals that would be coming through shortly.

So in one week we went from four guinea fowl to one. And the remaining one is a male, so no guinea eggs and no hilarious "BUCK-WHEAT" calls. We had raised all four from day-old keets so I'm a little sad about losing them. I think we'll try again next spring, though. Maybe I'll even be lucky enough to have a broody hen raise them. 

Our guineas in late March, 2 days old.
Our guineas were this big by late June!


  1. How are the guinea eggs? Were you hoping to eat them?

  2. Wow, that sucks. One of my chickens got eaten last night - nothing left but an empty space and some feathers.

    I finally saw guineas up close about a month ago and I have to say that if I lived in a more remote location I would have a whole squadron of them. I love their crazy cry - it's sounds unhinged. Just like my brain. It would be a match made in heaven.


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