These birds just grow up too fast! They get out of the shell and start stomping around like toddlers. You dip their beak in water, just once, and they have mastered the skill of drinking.  They know how to eat and are eating bird chow before they’re even dry.  Now, a week old and they are “flying” in small hops.  They don’t get far, but they are airborn.  Time for them to leave the nest.

We brought them to their real home, with Jack.  They came in a carboard box, with the lid taped together.  I wanted to get them here for their first look ”outside”, so they always see his farm as home.

They’ll go into this room he built in his barn; joining the other keets he is rasiing. Those photos look a little red, because of the special warming light.  And because my camera is crap.  Maybe more that than  not! Later, they’ll join his older flock, living mostly off the land. I’ve been to Jack’s farm a few times, the Guinea hens have always kept their distance.  If they were anywhere near when I arrived they would beat feet over to tthe far side of the pasture as soon as they saw me.  This time, they came right up to the barn to check out the new kids.  It was crazy~ they were all sqwauking and babbling about it like…a bunch of old hens.  Funny how I never thought about that phase before. 

There was another eason I wanted to drop them off yesterday.  The kids are kind of attached.  They were talking about wanting to keep one.  Maybe Cheeko…or Tiago…definitely Elvis. 

We left this afternoon for a road trip.  It’s also a hen trip- as in no dad’s on this one. Just us old hens and our kids.  We’re heading on down to Kernersville! K-Vegas, don’t you know.  

I love a good road trip  (Woah- just gave myself a flashback to a road trip from Hell.  But that’s for another day).  Today is just fun- me and 5 kids on the road.  In a minivan.   No work.   No school.   No agenda.  That’s right! K-Vegas, here we come!