Thursday, July 3, 2008

Fowl Rescue

Why is that things seem to go wrong the most when you’re short on time? I’ve got more company than I expected coming this weekend, the house is a wreck, and I needed to get some groceries. But I haven’t been sleeping well, so after the guys went off to work this morning, I laid down for a quick nap figuring I’d be more energetic after a little rest.

I was dreaming about catching chicks, and that there were all kinds all over the house. Little did I realize when I woke up almost two hours later that was a prophetic dream. Two hours! Oh man! I didn’t have that kind of time to waste today! But okay, I feel better, so time to get moving, and fast.

My one little injured chick was peeping. I figured she was lonely. I kept wishing for something else to hatch out soon so she’d have a buddy. I held her a while and talked to her, then zipped outside to do the morning chores.


The wound is healing, even though it still looks pretty yuck.


The animals were all giving me the hairy eyeball, like, “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?” I was mobbed by chickens and guineas looking for some scratch grain, peafowl screeching for their morning chow, and indignant goats butting my legs because they hadn’t got their morning treat of animal crackers yet. Okay, okay! I’m moving as fast as I can.

Then I heard it.

If you’ve ever had guineas with keets, you know this sound. It’s that high-pitched locater cheep that means, “Help me, I’m lost!” One little keet was running around in the back yard screaming at the top of its little lungs. At first I figured it got separated from the group we saw last night, and when the guineas all came in for food, it’d find its mama. No such luck.

Instead, the older guineas were pecking at it, so I figured I’d better go to the rescue. I got out my trusty net, waded through the other critters, and went after it.

Now if you’ve ever chased a guinea keet you’re probably already laughing, because you know those short little legs move like they’re jet-propelled. It’s really too bad no one had a camera, cause I’m sure this would have qualified for a winner on “Funniest Home Videos.”

After much running around in the 90 degree heat, I finally captured the little twerp, took it inside, and put it in the brooder box with the injured chick. Finally! Now back out to finish my chores.

I wasn’t out there for very long until I heard that sound again. Uh-oh, there’s another keet somewhere! I grabbed my trusty net again, and went off to hunt it down. This one was in the weeds along the driveway. Those weeds include poison ivy.

We went around in circles, I slipped on some rocks and skinned my leg up a little, and about that time I was thinking, “I sure hope you appreciate me saving your life little keet, cause if I get poison ivy for the first time in MY life, I ain’t gonna be happy.” After a whole lot of tries, I finally netted the little speedball, put it in a bucket in the feed room and figured I’d finish my chores, then take it inside.

Only once it shut-up, I heard that sound again. HOW MANY OF THESE KEETS ARE RUNNING LOOSE!?! I’m sure about that time I heard God laughing and saying, “You’d think by now you’d be careful what you wish for! Now you’ve got some little cheeps to keep your lonesome chick company.”

The trouble is, this one was down in the bottom pasture. Now keets are nigh impossible to see in grass, let alone tall weeds like’s in that pasture. The only way you can find one is to home in on the cheeps, and then you still have to extremely lucky to locate it.

I went to look at a known nest site there, and discovered a mass of adult guinea feathers. Hmmmm, so that’s probably why these are running loose on their own – someone had mama for a midnight snack. But where is this little cheeper?

Feathers to the left, two nests of eggs to the right.

I waded through a whole lot of weeds, and probably still wouldn’t have found it except for one thing. This one doesn’t blend in. It’s a light gray. I’ve never seen a keet this color. We had some white guineas way back when we first got some, but I don’t remember them hatching out any gray keets. What I do remember is white guineas are the first to go when the predators come looking for food. They stand out, unlike the regular colored ones, so get picked off quickly.

At any rate, I captured that chick, and thankfully didn’t hear any more cheeps, so took them inside. Unfortunately, I just thought I was done chasing keets, cause when I got in the house I heard the sound again, and it wasn’t coming from the brooder box.

Oh no! The first little cheep had jumped out of the box and was running around all over the house. I headed towards the sound and stepped in something squishy. “Oh crap!” Yep, that’s what it was alright. Guess the little fink’s digestive system is working fine.

It ran in the office, where there are far too many places for it to hide. I crawled around on my hands and knees trying to find it. It ran out of there and into another room and under the bed.

Hiding out among some stuff on a shelf in the office.


By this time my legs were really itching and I knew I couldn’t reach the keet, so I figured I’d take a shower and get ready to go to the grocery store and maybe by then it would be out again. About the time I started to step in the shower, I heard cheeping in the hallway.

I headed after the little cheep, and it zipped towards the living room. I was praying, “Please Lord, I don’t care if you laugh, but don’t let anyone come to the door and see me running around the house with no clothes on, trying to catch this little beast. I haven’t got time to explain it the psychiatrist after they take me away in the straight-jacket!”

Lucky for me, when those little keet feet hit the linoleum in front of the door, the keet went sliding and I grabbed it.

That's the little gray one hopping out of the water dish.

Once I got it back in the brooder box, I threw a towel over the box and went looking for a screen to put over it so there’d be no more jailbreaks. I now have 1 chick and 3 keets cheeping away in a hopefully escape proof box.

And I’m NOT going back outside for fear I might hear more cheeps!



Play this movie, and you'll hear a lot of those locator cheeps!

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19 Comments:

At July 3, 2008 at 4:04 PM , Blogger It's me said...

The little grey guy is a cutie!

And yes, when it rains, it pours.

 
At July 3, 2008 at 6:23 PM , Blogger 40-dayturnaround said...

I love your stories. Your life is full of adventure.

 
At July 3, 2008 at 6:38 PM , Blogger Rural Writer said...

It's been a wild day! The gray one is cute, but a little ditzy. It keeps running around in circles.

Glad you enjoy the stories LW!

 
At July 3, 2008 at 8:01 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm STILL laughing! Sorry....RR

 
At July 3, 2008 at 8:26 PM , Blogger Rural Writer said...

Oh go ahead and laugh... it's funny NOW, but I sure was getting hot and cranky when it was happening, ha!

 
At July 3, 2008 at 8:54 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

And how long before your infamous impersonator bird starts doing that soung, just to REALLY confuse you? ;)

 
At July 3, 2008 at 8:54 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Of course, by "soung" I mean "sound"... that's how the Canadians spell it up here... yup, that's it!

 
At July 3, 2008 at 10:10 PM , Blogger Amy said...

Oh my! What an adventure! You poor thing, such a rough start to your day. I'm glad you rescued the little keets though. They sure are a noisy bunch. But it's nice that the injured chick has some other chicks to keep it company. What a motley crew!

 
At July 3, 2008 at 10:41 PM , Blogger Rural Writer said...

I sure hope the parrot doesn't choose to imitate that high cheep, or I'll really go nuts.

You're right Amy, they sure are noisy. Thankfully they shut-up and went to sleep a while ago. I was afraid they'd be peeping all night!

 
At July 4, 2008 at 8:31 AM , Blogger Carla said...

What a wonderful story. Full of drama and humor. I loved it. Good thing your guinea hen was on the menu instead of her chicks or your little chicken wouldn't have new brothers/sisters. After seeing your video of guineas chasing each other in your pasture, I can't believe what a riot it would have been to see you chasing keets with a net.

You know what, in looking more closely at your little injured chick, I remember seeing a chick like this once. The humidity wasn't right and it's head got stuck to the inside of the shell as it was hatching. When it was finally able to free itself from the sticky shell, it's little bit of skin stayed behind.

 
At July 4, 2008 at 5:28 PM , Blogger Rural Writer said...

Hey ceecee, glad you liked the story. Though I suspect there were a few of the chicks munched up too, cause they usally have 12-14 of them. If I hadn't got them inside before night, these 3 probably would have been dinner for something.

& yeah, I'm sure it would have been pretty funny to anyone watching me running around like a madwoman, waving my little net trying to catch one of these tiny little keets. They are unbelievably quick! & I'm unbelieveably NOT. :)

you may have something there about the injured chick. Maybe it did lose some of the skin trying to get out of the shell.

 
At July 5, 2008 at 12:47 PM , Blogger Laughing Orca Ranch said...

Oh wow! The little chick looks so much better. It's really coming around in your care.

But golly! You had me laughing with the visuals of you running around 'neked' looking for chicks and slipping in chick poo!

Life as a farm woman is never boring, eh? hahahaha

 
At July 5, 2008 at 2:54 PM , Blogger Rural Writer said...

NEVER boring. Nope, I keep waiting for boring, and it never happens!

 
At July 7, 2008 at 11:51 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow... what a day you had!! At least your little chick got a couple of buddies! (And you got a little workout! :) )

 
At July 7, 2008 at 12:28 PM , Blogger Rural Writer said...

Jen, thanks for stopping by to visit! ;-) I did indeed get a workout, but that isn't uncommon around here, what with one thing and another.

 
At July 7, 2008 at 6:38 PM , Blogger Eve said...

Hi RW! I just caught this story this evening...I'm tired out from reading it. I don't know what I'm going to do when my first guinea gets eaten by something...I will be devastated!!! I have to prepare tho...it's inevitable!!!

 
At July 7, 2008 at 8:52 PM , Blogger Rural Writer said...

It's never nice when one of your critters gets killed/eaten. But it's part of farming, so you have to deal with it. Doesn't make it less a bummer, but can't dwell on it or you'd just give up on having any animals after a while.

 
At October 8, 2008 at 12:29 PM , Blogger bauer zoo said...

hi there, i hope you don't mind but i put a link from my blog to yours. you have the best picture of a silver crested polish chicken i could find.


by the way, i love your blog! i hope you don't mind if i come back!
amy

 
At May 14, 2009 at 1:21 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

ooo, they miss their mamaaaa

 

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