The Sixth Day Bird

The Creator, creating the beasts of the field,
In a moment of whimsy could not help but yield
To an urge, and what could be fitter?

"I'll make Me one final whimsical critter!"
He began with the torso, spheroidal, prolate,
With legs short and stubby and toes six or eight.
The head wears a helmet with a strawberry top
And down-dangling wattles either straight or alop.
Most birds are melodious, with a tune for each
He endowed this one with a god-awful screech.
They seldom walk--'tis a run or a trot,
Snatching bugs left and right, one for each polka-dot.
Their mentality makes them insatiably curious.
They greet things strange with clamor furious
He made 'em gregarious to run in a flock
Then, wearily spent, He looked at his clock.
The Sixth Day ebbed into night when He
Grinned as he rested and called it a GUINEA!

Chet Lowe '02
aka Olchet
Member: Guinea Fowl Breeders Assn
This text copyright Chester Lowe 2004

Four Ladies & Two Gents

Tis the ides of March
     And spring is near,
          "The Chase: is on...
               Mating time is here.

The birds on range
     Keep an eye on Fred,
          He's their leader you know,
               The pecking order head.

Looking over the flock
     They just can't wait,
          Who will they choose
               To be their mate?

Fred and Spot
     Proceed with "the chase",
          As Dottie and Pearl
               Feast on bugs by the gate.

But watching they are
     While the gawking males drool,
          And they cackle amongst themselves
               As fred slips by the pool.

OH NO what is this?
     Fred lost his lead!
          Spot is now chasing Fred,
               Who is starting to plead!

Well old Fred tired out
     And Dottie and Pearl
          Have joined Spot's harem
               With his lavender girl.

But don't worry 'bout Fred,
     From the tree up above,
          Sat a young guinea hen Buckwheat
               Who fell madly in love.

Buckwheat and Fred ranged
     Together 'til dusk,
          Then roosted indoors
               Side by side filled with lust.

In late March the 4 ladies
     Decided to share,
          Not their partners but a nest
               Under an old wicker chair...

As the egg numbers grew from day to day
     And the guineas on range continued to play,
          I plugged in the bator and got it preheated
               Then took all the eggs when the hens were not seated.

In April the eggs in the bator did hatch
     It was quite a surprise when one keet didn't match,
          It was not spotted like Buckwheat, Dottie or Pearl...
               Not a light gray either, not like Lavender Girl.

With free-ranging guineas,
     We just never know...
          What colors will hatch
               And so our flocks grow.

Its addictive, amazing,
     A fun-thrilling thing,
          As each egg finally hatches
               And the tiny miracles sing...

So beware guinea keepers,
     Unless you are ready...
          Do not worry about mates
               For your Spots and your Freddies.

Jeannette Ferguson aka "Frit"

WHAT MY GUINEAS LIKE

my guineas love there millet
they eat it in our barn,
my guineas like our house
they think it is a farm,
my guineas like the garden
it has lots of slugs and
and other bugs,
and my guineas love our family
'cause we give them lots of hugs!

Posted by amelia on 2004-06-17

Spin a Spool

a blanket of color, with some red and some green
to lay upon my box of keets, softly peeping, so serene
the little chitter and chatter
and the pitter and patter
all night long this goes as if nothings the matter
when so little sleep am i given
i wonder how i can be so driven
to keep collecting those eggs, day after day
and yet time and again, i still will say
\'guineas are the winged wonder with voices so loud
the sun even moves over, along with the clouds!
and never mind the ticks, the chiggers, or the fleas
with guineas a wanderin, bugs-be-gone with great ease!\'
spin, spin little spool for the babies are a cryin
mamma needs sleep and the little keets are a lyin
all snooze for the night, the house settles in
tomorrow will be another day to begin

elizabeth ct

The 12 days of Guineas, Sharri style

On the 1st day of guineas my true love gave to me-
a guinea from a hatchery.
On the 2nd day of guineas my true love gave to me-
2 mating pair, and a guinea from a hatchery.
On the 3rd day of guineas my true love gave to me-
3 perfect pearls...
On the 4th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
4 buckwheating hens...
On the 5th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
5 visits to the psy...
On the 6th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
6 guineas laying...5 visits to the psy...
On the 7th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
7 preditors caught...
On the 8th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
8 guineas roosting...
On the 9th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
9 guineas a-bugging...
On the 10th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
10 sheds a building...
On the 11th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
11 brand new hatches...
On the 12th day of guineas my true love gave to me-
12 reasons for divorce
ohhhh Everybody
12 reasons for divorce, 11 brand new hatches, 10 sheds a building, 9 guineas a-bugging, 8 guineas roosting, 7 preditors caught, 6 guineas laying, 5 vi-si-ts to the psy...dadadada...4 buckwheating hens, 3 perfect pearls, 2 mating pair and a guinea from the hatchery!

HoHoHo

The Guinea Days Of Christmas (By JeanneAR, with JudieLA’s help)

On the 1st day of Christmas, my neighbor gave to me…..
A Guinea in an oak tree!

On the 2nd day of Christmas, I had to go and buy…..
2 bags of feed, and a Guinea in an oak tree.

On the 3rd day of Christmas, I had to go again to buy…..
3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 4th day of Christmas, I went out to build…..
4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 5th day of Christmas, I noticed the one guinea was sad, so I got….
5 Guinea Hens, 4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 6th day of Christmas, I gave them all some treats…..
6 pans of millet, 5 Guinea Hens, 4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 7th day of Christmas, I noticed they liked dirt…..
7 dusting holes, 6 pans of millet, 5 Guinea Hens, 4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 8th day of Christmas, they got in my flowerbeds…..
8 plants debugged, 7 dusting holes, 6 pans of millet, 5 Guinea Hens, 4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 9th day of Christmas, they went into the yards…..
9 ticks getting eaten, 8 plants debugged, 7 dusting holes, 6 pans of millet, 5 Guinea Hens, 4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 10th day of Christmas, they found some real tall grass…..
10 grasshoppers jumping, 9 ticks getting eaten, 8 plants debugged, 7 dusting holes, 6 pans of millet, 5 Guinea Hens, 4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 11th day of Christmas, I went back to the feed store…..
11 keets a-chirping, 10 grasshoppers jumping, 9 ticks getting eaten, 8 plants debugged, 7 dusting holes, 6 pans of millet, 5 Guinea Hens, 4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

On the 12th day of Christmas, I gathered up some eggs…..
12 eggs now a-hatching, 11 keets a-chirping, 10 grasshoppers jumping, 9 ticks getting eaten, 8 plants debugged, 7 dusting holes, 6 pans of millet, 5 Guinea Hens, 4 roosting poles, 3 waterers, 2 bags of feed, and a guinea in an oak tree.

And all because of ….. The Guinea in the oak tree!!!

Guineas Galore

Naming guineas is the
name of this game,
even when they all
look the same.

Oh, what a delight,
when they all sound alike.

How do you tell them apart?
Just a certain little mark,
or is it that little spark?

That cute little keet.
so cuddly, fluffy, and meek.
"Hades", "Phoenix", "TaDah", "Toby Keet"
names so cleaver, yet so neat.

"Henny", "Penny", "Benny", "Kenny"
a few names for many.

"Drunkin' Sailor", "Dumas", "Skitters"
names to give you shivers.

"Gracie" & "George" and even "Moon Flower"
what's next, "Lady Will Power"?

Slate, lavender, powder blue,
pied, porcelain, and violet too.
Chocolate, bronze, royal purple, dondotte,
opaline, white and "polka dot".

I'm not poetic like Olchet, Danj,
Jeanne, or Lizzybelle,
But you can never tell,
about this little "Southern Belle."

I can not even make these words rhyme,
And I'll never make a dime.
But some day in time,
I can look back and say this guinea poem's mine.

JudieLA

BetsyOK A song to the tune of "Jimmy Crack Corn"

Guineas eat corn, but I don't care.
They eat a lot of bugs, so I don't care.
Roly Polys and slugs are part of their fare.
Our ticks have almost gone away.

Guineas eat some veggies, but I don't care,
And sample my plants, here and there.
But, oh my, When they take to the air,
Their beauty takes my breath away.

Guineas lay eggs, but I don't care.
They lay little eggs everywhere.
Abandon their nests without a care;
To start again another day.

Some guineas brood, but I don't care;
Make nests in the woods, or some other lair.
And just when you think they're no longer any where,
Parade home with lots of keets one day.

The Ten Posted by Curt S on 2005-06-27

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