Sep 26 2008
Gettin’ down with my guineas!
I came home today from a trip into town only to be greeted by my guineas.
This isn’t an unusual experience. They recognize my vehicle and most of the time, when I pull in the driveway, they run from their hiding places squawking and buckwheating at me. It’s almost as if they’re saying “You’re home! You’re home! You won’t believe all that has happened while you’ve been gone!”
They have even on occasion tried to follow me in my big red wagon (a red 1989 Chevy Suburban) down the driveway and out to the road.
Today I decided to try something out. I walked toward their house and of course they were right behind me. I grabbed some feed in both hands then squatted in front of the little guys and gals - about six inches from them. Yes, they get that close to me.
One brave one immediately began pecking up the food in my hands and soon most of the birds were dining from the hand trough.
The last time I had guineas - about seven years ago - those guys didn’t want anything to do with a human. They wouldn’t come within 20 feet of a human!
Maybe it’s because I’ve raised these guys since they were two-day-old keets, but whatever the difference is - these are friendly guineas!
