So a few weeks ago we told the story of getting guineas. And I have to be honest, we felt pretty stupid about what came next.
The first night they were out, they slept in one of our barns and pretty much stayed around the property. But Hannah and I went back to see our folks the next day and when we came back, we didn’t hear or see them. At that point, I was pretty sure that was another seventy dollars we should have just burned and saved ourselves the trouble.
But then the phone rang and it was our good friend and neighbor Davis––the guineas were in his mother’s yard, a solid mile walk from here. If you know anything about guineas, you know they cannot be caught on the ground. Your best chance is to catch them at night. So we asked Davis to let us know where they roost, and we’d come get them.
But they roosted in the woods that night and we weren’t sure where, so we didn’t bother. Then they disappeared from site for a while. For a week, we didn’t hear anything from them at all. I was doing chores one morning and noticed they were in another neighbor’s yard. I called that neighbor, told them the story, and asked them to call me if they saw where they roosted––if I hadn’t been busy I would have just followed them around all day. But alas, farm work beckoned.
At lunch, however, we heard their familiar call in our woods. And for the last few days they have been kicking it around the homestead with our other white guinea. It’s nothing short of a miracle that they were gone for almost two full weeks, and came right back here to stay. Hopefully, this will be the last post about this saga, but as I write this they’re still here. Of course, if we’ve learned anything from this, it’s that you can lead a guinea home, but you can’t make them stay.