Haha. Sounds chaotic. Ah how chickens love to push our buttons! But they are fascinating animals.I'm pretty sure Reuben will sort himself out with age. He has the right attitude for it, he just seems to have hit that time in his life when the hormones are raging and he can't control himself. My little Cochin bantam boy, Po, went through this as well, though admittedly not as focused on one single hen, but he was much better behaved after he had the chance to cool his heels in confinement for some time. Whatever it takes.
The Guinea boy has not shown up yet, and I think it's pretty safe to say at this point that something got him. It's just too quiet out in the woods for a Guinea to be wandering around out there.I was wrong about which one; it was one of the younger Guineas that vanished. Both older boys are still present. I thought, since the one that vanished was one of the two I couldn't tell apart, that I might as well name the remaining unnamed Guinea, but then I realized that he and Low Man are nearly identical, the only distinguishing feature being feather quality; Low Man frequently has broken feathers because, as his name implies, he is the low man of the flock. So I guess they will just be the flat-wattle twins.I don't even know.
I just had to catch my Fayoumi, Marama, who had jumped the fence into the NO CHICKEN ZONE, otherwise known as the driveway. She caught one of the driveway puddle frogs (), and thought I was going to take it from her. A game of chicken football ensued, with me as an unwilling player.
I finally caught her after just letting her finish her froggy treat, after which she panicked and pooped down my side.I sat with her to calm her down, and was sassed by the sassiest mouth of the flock. I then returned her to where she belonged, which was cause for more sassing. Oh, Marama.
I wish I could spend more time with my girls. Every time I do, they remind me why I adore them. Sigh. But it won't be too much longer before I'm out of school, and maybe then I'll have a little more free time for them besides what I can sneak in the morning and evening.