I was literally writing about the guinea chicks getting trapped in the greenhouse, at dusk, and I heard some persistent cheeping outside. I went to check, with a flashlight, and sure enough, there was a keet darting around on the ground.
I swung up the light and this greeted me.
She brought them home. This was the night. Ok kids. This is where the grownup guineas sleep. You aren’t keets any more!
I just about died laughing, while I ran back to get a camera. Then I tried to round up the loose keets on the ground, hoping to, I don’t know, lift them up into the house? Obviously there just wasn’t room for all of them.
I couldn’t find the keets, though, they had hidden themselves so well, so I wasn’t terribly worried about them overnight. (They were fine).
I added more perches, so the house is bristling now, and tonight, they looked much more comfortable. I even saw the last one fly up from the stock tank, climb over some others to burrow down next to mom:)