From the Central Maine Guincident Command Centre:
I made the mistake of asking BF's mom to do the birds while I went out and enjoyed myself tonight. The birds go to bed around 1830. At 1930 I get a text from her: "one of the guineas we couldn't get into the coop and we chased it down into the gully behind the house."
I'm 40 minutes from home.
I just spent the last hour chasing the TWO guineas that were out in the dark. Not only does she think chasing a freaked out bird farther from home in the direction of the road is a good idea but she can't count. I realize she was doing the best she could but holy moly.
I had to even call in CrazyNeighborLady on it because BF is working the night shift. CNL helped and we got the birds into the run at least, where they're more protected. There was no way in Hades we were getting those birds into the coop.
What a circus.