07/20/2024
This is a tale of two guinea mamas -- one ferociously devoted and the other, "Meh . . . what keets?"
Mama #1, "good mama," hatched out her clutch of eggs about three days ago and, at risk of life and limb, we scooped the babes up and settled them into the guinea coop to protect them from myriad things (marauding males who like to peck them in the head, predators, wet cool weather, etc.) and to make them available to people who might like to purchase a few from us this year. Good mama heard her babies calling and promptly joined them in the coop, as a good mother should.
Today, mama #2 hatched out her clutch . . . but the only reason we even knew about this is because we heard a few hapless keets tweeting and wandering aimlessly in the grass behind our dumpster. No mama guinea stepped forward to take responsibility for these little ones. So, we tried to find as many live wandering keets as we could, which was only five (ok, would have been six, but I accidentally stepped on one and squashed it 😕) out of about a dozen that we discovered had hatched out under a nearby spruce tree. Welp, mama #2 is clearly a terrible, horrible, no good, very "bad mama." We figured out who she was, but she showed no inclination to care for the keets and didn't give a flying fig that we were scooping them up and carrying them off. We delivered the five orphans to good mama, who graciously accepted them (but hissed at me and showed me how mad she'd be if I tried to come any closer to her keets -- see photo), and whose devoted lavender husband steadfastly stands guard next to the nursery.