Cody, one of the hatchling keets died on Wednesday. It came as a big shock for all. He was one of our favorites. He was our “Ugly Duckling”. Out of seven keets, there were 6 “pearl grey” type. This is one of the more common breeds, and they are actually a spotty/stripey brownish bird. Cody was a Coral Blue. He looked like another bird entirely. About 1/2 the size of Cheeko(the biggest), he was downy soft with a pale blue-silver color. He was a bit more timid and cautious. Even though 2 of the birds were much weaker when they were born, they quickly grew strong and outsized little Cody. They would race around like crazy keystone cops, crashing into each other and pig-piling when they were worn out. He was running around like the little brother, not quite in the same league but trying to keep up. I don’t even have any good photos of him. This is the best, and you can barely make him out in the pile. He’s the soft fluffy fellow, second from the top in the bed (the “bed” is a sock filled with rice. I warm it for them and they like to snuggle it when they’re sleepy). We’re not sure what happened. My Grumpy suspects “fowl play”. In the rough housing kind of way. I’m afraid he may be correct. I don’t think they meant any harm, but those little guys are oblivious when they play. They routinely run over each other. It may just have been too much for Cody. The kids said, in hindsight, that we should have separated him from the others. I disagree. These birds are amazingly family oriented. One bird won’t survive on his own, and certainly not a smaller, frailer bird. They need to become a family. I only wish he could have been part of this one.
So now we have 6 little crazy creatures. They are a little high strung. We’re trying to get them used to us. Which is kind of funny since we are the first contact they had with the outside-the-shell world. You’d think they were teenagers in their hurry to forget who hatched them! They are already trying to flap their wings and fly. They are built like weebles, with big pudgy butts and tiny little wings. In spite of that, they do manage to get a little lift off, even if it’s only for a nanosecond. We had them out of their box today so we could give it a clean out. The box needed it, and I think the kids needed to play with the “big bullies” a bit. It’s time to remember that they are really still babies, not Cody killers. Those babies were running all over the bathroom. They were searching the corners and cracks, already instinctively looking for bugs. One of them lucked out and found a tiny spider. Either I need to spend more time cleaning or let them spend more time out of their box
It’s been an amazing experience already, and one that I’d gladly do again. The kids are really into this now. They are looking forward to a time when they can hatch themselves some Guineas, and chickens as well. Possibly ducks. In the meantime, they’ve learned. Not just the facts that Avery seems to have at her fingertips about all things guinea related. They’ve learned about responsibility, the precarious nature of life and that sometimes things occur that “can’t possibly happen”.