For about 30 seconds this morning, I had custody of five new guinea fowl – three for myself, and a pair for Pete-formerly-next-door and Brenda. Graham the chook bloke was barely out of the driveway before one of the little
beggars darlings discovered a hitherto unknown trapdoor in the cage that I had borrowed for the occasion.
I didn’t actually see how it got out. All I knew was there was a chicken running frantically around the carport.
While I gave equally frantic chase and managed to corner it between my dyeing microwave and the aircon inverter, another one had discovered the same method of egress and headed off into the bush.
Ever try to chase down a wild fowl that is hell bent on freedom ?
Do the words ‘lost’ and ’cause’ mean anything to you ?
Lost cause nothwithstanding, Nadie and I spent the next half an hour creeping surruptitiously [ hard to do in crocs in long dry potentially snake infested grass ] and listening for any hint of a betraying rustle of grasses or cheeping.
There is a lot of cheeping in the middle of the bush in the middle of the morning, let me tell you … and rustling … and slithering.
What there wasn’t was any sight or sound of my errant fowl.
So now I have custody of FOUR guinea fowl.
There’s at least one boy in the bunch, so PFND & Brenda can still have their breeding pair,
and my beautiful pale grey [ lavender ] girl is still there, but just what the last one is I won’t know until Graham the Chook Guy comes back tomorrow morning.
Of course, when I tried to get a shot into the cage on an angle so that you could see all four, the camera insisted on focussing on the bars, so this is all I’ve got.