The guineas grew and grew and quickly became adults. The hens went off into the pastures around our house and made their nests and laid eggs. Lots of them, and the hens would sometimes share a single nest and lay their eggs along with others, leaving one hen to sit on them. The hens would disappear and often we did not know where their nests were. When I did find a nest, I would sometimes steal a few eggs and take them home for breakfast. The eggs are smaller than chicken eggs and a pale brown color, and they have thick shells.On our piano top we have an assortment of curios and odd-and-ends, and I added three guinea eggs, trusting on their thick shells to hold the contents safely. Alas, one day we heard an explosion and found out that the thick shells had cracked, and the fermented contents were well splattered over the ceiling, piano top, and adjacent furniture. It was a smelly, nasty job to get the mess cleaned up. No more guinea eggs as ornaments!
To protect the little chicks when they had hatched and were running around after their mother, I decided to put them all into a box and set it in a little coop during the night. This I did, but mother hen did not like that arrangement and promptly attacked me, flying up into my face and acting very hostile. Hastily I put the box into the fenced area around the coop and fled the scene.
Most of the baby birds managed to survive and grew up into a busy flock that ranged our property, eating bugs and watching for predators. One day I noticed the group running back beyond the barn towards the edge of the surrounding woods, and then saw the face of a coyote peering out. Seeing the menacing birds approaching, the coyote promptly withdrew and was seen no more.
One hears that guineas are good watch”dogs” and will loudly announce the arrival of strangers, but oddly, ours did not do that. They were noisy in the morning, though, calling out from their roosts to greet the sunrise before flying forth to start finding insects and seeds. Guineas do a lot of attacking their fellows, making quick darts at a neighboring bird just as a matter of course. Maybe this is their way of showing who is boss.
The cock birds were especially prone to chase other cocks, and often we would see two of them speeding around the yard, with the chasing bird always a few feet back from the other. They would run and run and run, often circling the yard 20 times or more, and then we would notice that the chaser had somehow become the chasee and they would circle for another 20 times or more before quitting the chase and resuming their quest for insects.
Others of our flock took to running down the road in front of our house, and several were run over by passing vehicles, sometimes two at once, and eventually our flock grew pretty small! Finally we had just two roosters left and they took to spending nights perched in the big elm tree in front of our house. One morning we only had one bird left, with a big pile of feathers lying under the tree to prove that an owl had had a good supper. A week later the last guinea made owl food too, and that was the end of our guinea fowl flock. – DALE