Any of you who have followed my blogging from the beginning know that I have a love /hate relationship with our guinea fowl. They were the very first birds brought onto our farm. Predators and the occasional game of tag on the road without looking both ways have done in several of them so adding to their numbers is a yearly consideration.
I love the guineas because they do an awesome job of ridding our acreage of bugs that would otherwise destroy our crops. As organic farmers, we have to implement creative ways to keep our produce safe from insects while not using any chemicals. It is a constant battle, but one that we usually win.
I also adore the way the guineas act as our “alarm” system. Steve or I can drive in with no issue, but any other car with which they are unfamiliar and the guineas will circle it while squawking in a shrill tone. The poor UPS man almost had a heart attack while attempting to get a package out of the back of his truck. With panicked eyes he jumped back in until I shooed them away. Best home defense ever. That same anxious temperament also acts as a first alert if hawks are circling, which the chickens use as a sign to high tail it into the coop for safety.
But I also harbor a strong dislike for these birds. They are among the most stupid winged creatures. At least twice a day we have to go and “rescue” a few that get “trapped” inside the chicken yard. Curious….they flew in, but for some reason have no idea how to fly out.
My biggest peeve though is that these birds make TERRIBLE mothers. Like, have your children taken away from you, terrible mothers. In the past, they have laid their eggs all over the property. Just stop, squat, and move along. Occasionally they did show some organization. They would find a spot in the wide open and begin laying, but then never sit on the nest, so the eggs just became a midnight snack for a passing coyote.
I was actually hopeful this spring when our young adult guineas began laying eggs. For whatever reason, the females decided to lay their eggs in their coop! How reasonable and intelligent I thought. This was going to be great, safe from predators and so convenient for them! We’ve been keeping an eye on them for the past two weeks and are not pleased. The young ladies waddle in, deposit their egg and then scurry out of there as fast as their short little legs can carry them. Not one backward glance. Some in such a hurry to drop and ditch that they don’t even get close to laying on the pile. I can almost hear them squawking, “hell no. I’m not going to waste 28 days sitting on that damn pile of eggs and then have to care for those squawking brats after they hatch. Find yourself some other baby momma, cuz it ain’t gonna be me!”.
We have watched the pile grow bigger and bigger but until yesterday we have kept our positive attitude that this spring was going to be different. One of them will surely find the maternal instinct and park her fat ass on that burgeoning pile. Well I counted 50 eggs yesterday, so let’s be realistic here. It is obviously time to bring in the big guns….. Amazon Prime.
“Baby momma” Model 2150 Farm Innovator Incubator will be delivered by 8:00 tonight.