It will be no surprise to you farmers and homesteaders that we lost a free range bird. After all, it was not ten days ago that stray dogs killed our beautiful rooster, Remy. But we saw the predator in that instance, and I’d like to believe I scared them off for the foreseeable future.
But no sooner had we grown accustomed to a roosterless flock then the slowest, smallest guinea disappeared midday. With no hawks or dogs in sight, I couldn’t figure out what had become of it.
Until today. Glancing out the bedroom window, I noticed the remaining guineas getting congregating under the ShrubMonster (my least favorite shrub on the property). Wondering what they were up to, I went out to take a look around. There on the ground, through the thick twisted bare bendy branches, I saw a guinea wing and a pile of feathers. A few feet away lay another clump of guinea feathers.
Mystery #1 solved
Guinea #8 is NOT, in fact, vacationing on the beach of Destin, Florida, and it is not brooding on a clutch of eggs somewhere safe.
But how did guinea #8 get there? In the middle of the day? What sort of predator would drag it there and feed right next to the house in broad daylight?
Could it be Gigi’s giant cat, Maxwell? Or several of our deck kitties? If the cats are responsible, why are the Magnificent Seven hanging out around the remains? Could the guineas have butchered one of their own? I shudder to think .
Mystery #2 solved
As I will mention in another post, we have since learned that hawk’s are the primary culprit. They swoop down to attack, leaving an injured or partial guinea for the remaining guineas to attack. Guineas, like chickens, take pecking order seriously. The weak do NOT survive.