Doug was woken up at 7 this morning by Guineas knocking at the door. They had found their way into our side yard and were more than a little distressed so they decided to wake us up to let them out. Doug went outside to help them and in a flurry of flapping feathers they launched themselves. Two went over the right fence and one landed in the aptly named fox field. Doug raced in and demanded I go outside to rescue the stranded guinea.
It was well hidden in the long grass of the fox field. So out I trudged. Grumbling under my breath. Flushed the guinea. It flew into the air and landed behind a tree. I circled the tree and....it was gone! I flattened grass for 15 minutes looking for the darn thing, worried all the time the foxes were gathering in a ring around me just waiting for me to go in so they could pounce on the stranded guinea. Finally I gave up.
A couple hours later the darned thing appeared at the fence line, calling imperiously for assistance. Back I went, this time with Doug watching the wretched thing so it couldn't pull its disappearing act again. And again I could not find it. Gone! I felt like an idiot with Doug shouting directions to me from the bathroom window, stomping around, until finally...aha! It has hunkered down in the grass, immobile, it's gaudy spots perfectly camouflaged in the grass. I touched it and it exploded Ito the air, flying to safety over the fence and into the yard.
But now I have to question...who really needed help?
It was well hidden in the long grass of the fox field. So out I trudged. Grumbling under my breath. Flushed the guinea. It flew into the air and landed behind a tree. I circled the tree and....it was gone! I flattened grass for 15 minutes looking for the darn thing, worried all the time the foxes were gathering in a ring around me just waiting for me to go in so they could pounce on the stranded guinea. Finally I gave up.
A couple hours later the darned thing appeared at the fence line, calling imperiously for assistance. Back I went, this time with Doug watching the wretched thing so it couldn't pull its disappearing act again. And again I could not find it. Gone! I felt like an idiot with Doug shouting directions to me from the bathroom window, stomping around, until finally...aha! It has hunkered down in the grass, immobile, it's gaudy spots perfectly camouflaged in the grass. I touched it and it exploded Ito the air, flying to safety over the fence and into the yard.
But now I have to question...who really needed help?
Your story made me chuckle. Guineas are so quirky. I swear all of mine have spilt personality disorder. Half the time they’re spazzing out for no apparent reason. Or for some silly thing like a new leaf falling into their run. 
Still love them though. 
