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which_chickEn route to Living Our Best Life, we got French Marans a few months ago so that we could have chocolate-y brown eggs. The French Marans are doing just fine and they're almost ready for the big chicken coop. But also we are almost out of guineas because there's just the one and I think he's lonely.
I like guineas because they stand on the top of the chicken coop looking like something out of fucking Dr. Seuss. Guineas are... art deco birds. They look like the fenders of art deco cars. They are wonderful and they run funny and they sound horrible and I like the pearl color of the adults.
So anyway, we are in need of guineas because we only have the one left. (There is some attrition in the guinea lifestyle. They are sort of free range and they live over at the horse people's house along the hard road and, well, there's an over eager border collie as well. Guineas do not last forever.)
The farm bureau offered pearl (it's a color) guinea keets for sale this spring so I signed up. They called on Wednesday to tell me the guineas were in, so I headed over to pick the keets up. When I got there, they opened a box of small peeping fluffy yellow birds. I was like, "Those are not guineas." And the farm bureau lady was "Of course they are guineas." And I'm like, "No, Ma'am. Baby pearl guineas look like chipmunks. They are brown and black and stripey. These solid yellow balls of fluff are not pearl guineas. They are peeps." She still didn't believe me so I brought up some pix on my phone.
At that point, the farm bureau lady called the poultry farm people what had shipped the chicks and they allowed as how, yes, baby guineas (pearl color) look like chipmunks and not like yellow balls of fluff.
The farm bureau lady called all the guinea ordering people who'd been alerted to come and pick up their keets and told them that they didn't have to come in Wednesday to get the guinea keets because the chicks that had arrived were not guineas but in fact chickens of some sort. Presumably the chicken-ordering people came and got them, I have no idea.
Anyway, no worries. The real keets arrived on Friday and so I picked them up and took them home at that juncture. They're currently in the book room, under a heat lamp and, as of this evening, still alive and eating well. There are eight of them, which should keep us in guineas on top of the chicken coop roof for a while.
I like guineas because they stand on the top of the chicken coop looking like something out of fucking Dr. Seuss. Guineas are... art deco birds. They look like the fenders of art deco cars. They are wonderful and they run funny and they sound horrible and I like the pearl color of the adults.
So anyway, we are in need of guineas because we only have the one left. (There is some attrition in the guinea lifestyle. They are sort of free range and they live over at the horse people's house along the hard road and, well, there's an over eager border collie as well. Guineas do not last forever.)
The farm bureau offered pearl (it's a color) guinea keets for sale this spring so I signed up. They called on Wednesday to tell me the guineas were in, so I headed over to pick the keets up. When I got there, they opened a box of small peeping fluffy yellow birds. I was like, "Those are not guineas." And the farm bureau lady was "Of course they are guineas." And I'm like, "No, Ma'am. Baby pearl guineas look like chipmunks. They are brown and black and stripey. These solid yellow balls of fluff are not pearl guineas. They are peeps." She still didn't believe me so I brought up some pix on my phone.
At that point, the farm bureau lady called the poultry farm people what had shipped the chicks and they allowed as how, yes, baby guineas (pearl color) look like chipmunks and not like yellow balls of fluff.
The farm bureau lady called all the guinea ordering people who'd been alerted to come and pick up their keets and told them that they didn't have to come in Wednesday to get the guinea keets because the chicks that had arrived were not guineas but in fact chickens of some sort. Presumably the chicken-ordering people came and got them, I have no idea.
Anyway, no worries. The real keets arrived on Friday and so I picked them up and took them home at that juncture. They're currently in the book room, under a heat lamp and, as of this evening, still alive and eating well. There are eight of them, which should keep us in guineas on top of the chicken coop roof for a while.
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Date: 2019-05-06 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
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