I was planning on showing you flying lessons pics today, but flying appears to have come to no good. What I mean is that on Monday there were 13 or 14 guinea fowl chicks. Now there are three. I cannot for the life of me believe that the adult flock has managed to lose literally all their chicks overnight. I’m hoping that perhaps the flock have split up but I’m thinking that might be a frail sort of hope.
On Tuesday there were about seven chicks. On Tuesday night only Bo and her sibling Mo’ (as in Mo’ Peep ie More Peep) were in the garden. A hellish and very unseasonable storm was brewing. The temperatures had plummeted and the wind was howling. We wondered if we should try and catch Bo and Mo’ but decided nature should be left to take its course… The rest of the guineas had leapt the wall by then and these two were left all alone to find a place to sleep on the ground. By Wednesday morning I heard Mo’ in the driveway, but when I tried to find him, he ducked away, never to be seen again. Meanwhile, another chick fluttered out of the trees from seemingly nowhere and joined little Bo. It was pissing with rain, freezing cold and the garden was sodden – and not an adult guinea was anywhere to be seen. Two adult stragglers who appeared in the garden were totally soaked and miserable and I didn’t think there was much hope of Bo or the other chick surviving without adult attention – or human intervention. See, here’s the thing about Lil’ Bo, she just isn’t very big. The other chicks from the same hatch are two to three times her size, and although she is strong in spirit, size-wise, she’s just not making it.
I decided, having splashed around the garden for a couple of hours, that it was time to get involved. Left on her own, unable to fly, she would just not survive. I called D at work and asked him to come home and help with Operation Bo.
We eventually cornered her behind some planters and put her and Gilbert in a box. Literally five minutes later, the adult flock appeared with the princely number of two chicks - two, out of the original fourteen that had been around on Monday. They managed to round up the third chick, who, by force of necessity had learnt its wings but who was cold and shivering and who kept trying to huddle under an adult for warmth, only to have the adults walk away.
When D came home from work he was carrying a large guinea pig pen. Guinea pigs, guinea fowls… It’s about a meter square and 47 cms high. We laid down paper, warmed up Gilbert, put in a small towel, food, water and a few logs and popped Bo into her new abode and covered the pen with towels and left her to it.
The guinea pig pen, Bo's temporary sheltered accommodation, which now fills up most of the sunroom...The idea is that as soon as the weather improves and Bo has found her wings, we’ll let her go. The poor mite is not very happy being caged and I don’t blame her but until she can fly off with the adults and roost in trees she stands little hope of survival. Of course, this assumes the adults will come back for her – they may, they may not. They were here this morning, with three chicks. They ate, huddled, scratched in the ground a bit and then left. I’m hoping that if they return regularly, I can eventually let her out when they’re here. They seem to “know” she’s here, they can hear her plaintive peeping and she obviously knows there’s a whole world out there.
I hate having intervened, I’d prefer for nature to take its course but this little bird is quite unique. Aside from being so tiny, she is very feisty and yet stoic. She’s a free soul and has a strong spirit. She’s often scuttled around the garden alone, unconcerned when the rest of her flock have mooched on to another corner. I don’t know if we’ve done the right thing, I don’t know how long my head will survive the plaintive peeping and the sight of this small creature so desperate for her freedom, no matter the cost. I’m hoping that long term interests will win out ultimately over short term concerns and that Bo will have her freedom and reach adulthood. One can but try, I guess.







26 comments:
Aw ... red in tooth and claw and all that - ironically she could be the one to survive and rear a brood given the helping hand.
There was a penguin docu here where the crew were constrained by not intervening in natural circumstances... they had to decide whether to pull out a chick who'd fallen into a hole in the ice. In the end careful boot pushed a slope into the ice and the little guy hopped out of its own volition. Granted the pro's and cons, sometimes I think the world has gone bonkers with correctness....
It's very hard to know what to do and what not to do, Julie, whether intervening was right or wrong. I suppose we could have left her out there to take her chances, but I suspect her chances would have been very slim. If she would just "get her wings" then she can go, so I've been trying to tell her, all morning, that she must learn to flap a bit - I think it's working... Eternal optimist, me ;-)
Well, the way I see it, you did the right thing. It is no coincidence that this little brood appeared in your garden. There's magic afoot I say! Your both magic for rescuing dear Bo Peep :D
That's sweet of you to say, Miladysa, though I suspect Bo might heartily disagree. She is not a happy chick. Thing is, I see the family are back - and this time there's only one chick! I can't work out what's going on that they're managing to lose them all - unless the chicks have gone off with another flock, which doesn't seem likely.
I agree, I think you have done the right thing. I would have done the same if I were you!
I hope she survives, then thrives and flies off to new adventures, or alternatively meets a Mr Bo Peep and lives in your garden happily ever after, looking after her own peeps a little better than her mum and dad!
You and D are such kind souls!
Gx
aw - i think you did the right thing intervening in this case. how heartbreaking all those chicks gone! it will be so nice if she stays semi tame and visits you once she is adult...
good luck with Bo
oh and I just tagged you! hehe
poor little bo
Well, I guess time will tell, Gaye. It would be nice if Bo got her happy ending. But right now she's not happy. I've been roundly pecked for my troubles and so have resorted to playing Mozart to her... She'll be a cultured guinea fowl if nothing else! ;-)
Thanks, Val, always hard to know what to do. And as for the other chicks - can you believe it, since this morning they're down to one! I'm wondering if they haven't ventured into a garden with dogs.
Ah, and tagged eh, hmm, well best I pootle off to find out what you've let me in for! ;-)
Ooh, you snuck in there, Rambler and yes, it is rather a case of poor lil' Bo. Sigh.
Well I'm with the consensus here that you did the right thing. The fact is that she would have died otherwise. Also you are obviously not trying to tame her so I would stop worrying because all you've done is give the little peep a fighting chance. It's a pity that she doesn't have li'l Mo for company though.
Man's interfering hand has been responsible for the extinction of so many species and yet if man didn't interfere many more would have gone that way too.
If Nature wants to get your peep she'll get her anyway but I have a feeling that sometimes she's probably glad of the helping hand.
Gorgeous pics. I guess you have to appear cruel to be kind in the long run. These chicks are so lucky to have you as their lifeline.
CJ xx
I agree with everyone, you had to help,there was no other choice! anyway, its not like you went off into the wild and interfered, these little babies were right in your own backyard. Don't think about it too much AV,sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do! I think youve done wonderfully!
xxx
Bo is awful cute. I too think you 'done right.'
To Janey, CJ, Lori, and Megan, apologies for the blanket reply - head's totally done in from a day of incessant peeping... It's funny, in my heart and my head I think we've done the right thing, even though Bo neither knows or appreciates it. The sad thing is, that come this afternoon there was precisely one chick left. The storm that blew up, turned out to be the worst in 30 years. Trucks were blown over, the winds went right off the graph and there's been loads of flooding. I imagine that the rest of the chicks were taken by the storm. So very sad. So Bo, is better off being in the sun room, though she may not like it.
And interestingly, D came home this evening and said his colleague and friend, who's also a zoologist, said the best thing to do is to tuck her up under one's shirt - so he did that, and there she sat and had a good preen, nibbled his tummy and went to sleep, thoroughly tuckered out from a day of peeping. And there I thought "no handling, no familiarising with humans..." I've suggested he take her to work with him tomorrow!
Thanks for all your support in saying you think this is the right thing to have done - I think so too - but you know how it is about leaving nature well enough alone and not interfering.
xxx
she is a trooper. she's lucky to have you watching over her.
i love gilbert! what a sweety.
Little Bo is very lucky to have you and D fighting her corner but I'm afraid I wouldn't rate her chances of survival.
I would say that the failure to grow/thrive is indicative of an innate structural problem with Bo and if this doesn't get the better of her, then the jaws of nature surely will.
Still, not many guinea fowl can claim to have lived the good life alongside a snuggly companion called Gilbert!
Your guinea fowl adventures have provided much entertainment and now I await the next instalment with baited breath!
I'm like you, I'd make a hopeless documentary photographer, I'd be saving things left right and centre. Although you know there's a reason she's the 'runt'. At least you'll have the guinea pig cage for next year's brood!
If you hadn't done this you would have been more upset to loose her.
So horrid though captivity is,it's better than the alternative right now
x
You are absolutely doing the right thing.
Must save the little one...
Bless you for doing it.
Such a wonderful woman, you are, Vanilla.
Scarlett & Viaggiatore
I love these posts of nature and wildlife in your life! Living in suburbia, I do not deal with any wildlife, except my kids when they are hungry!
You had to help her! She's a little star. Whatever her outcome at least you (and Gilbert) have given her a fighting chance.
Her parents need some parenting courses or is this normal guinea behaviour?
I'm so glad you rescued Lil'Bo Peep, Vanilla!
But only three chicks out of 13-14... my heart can't take reading these chronicles anymore!:-)
We humans are intervening in nature in so many bad ways... a little good can't hurt...
xoxoxo
awww.. so cute, you had no other choice but to help i guess, so glad it she is rescued now :)
hope everything goes well for her.
:-(
what a tale of woe
to lose one baby gf is unfortunate - to lose 10+ sounds like wanton carelessness!
i think its a good thing you are there to help out
I hate interviews too. I always stutter then. Nowadays I stutter more than I used to.
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