Rhonda I forgot to tell you my toe is fine now thank you. It was bruised for about a week but it's back to normal. I will never forget that little voice behind me when I was sitting on the sidewalk. No one was concerned except my Spiderman.
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So, well now I jinxed myself. A couple days ago, I posted a 1 month update in my other thread about how well the 3 Guineas had adapted. No more fussing or fighting, everyone behaving, roosting in the coop every night, and not wandering off. Then as soon as I bragged on them, Gertrude didn't coop up that night. She came prancing up at about dawn Thursday morning, chattering away, looking for her friends. I let all the chickens out a little earlier than usual so she could have some food and company. Then about 7:30 I went hunting in the woods for a guinea nest. After about an hour, I gave up and decided to try a different method. I sat on the back porch and waited until Gerdy and Gertrude walked off for their morning stroll together. I figured I could decreitly follow them to the hideout. I was wrong.
After about 100 yards down a trail we have out there, Gerdy stopped and turned around to stare at me. I was a good 75' or more behind them, trying to be nonchalant about it all, but she wasn't buying it. So she slowly started walking back towards me as Gertrude continued down the path to an old logging road we have out in the woods. I turned and walked slowly back to the house and she followed me all the way to make sure I didn't double back. Then I got to work doing other things, figuring Gertrude had gone to lay and would come back later. She didn't, and didn't come home again last night.
I got worried this morning because there has been some big trucks on the back road the last couple days and I was worried someone may have run over her. So again this morning I went searching. This time Gerdy was distracted with morning treats and I took the golf cart because I'm old and walking sucks when you weigh this much. Down the path, then up onto the road. Turned left and went about 50'. Back off the road 8-10', I got a glimpse of a little white head sticking up out of some tall grass. Success! I found the nest. Oh crap, she ain't moving. She isn't dead, she doesn't look hurt, she's BROODY! Darn you @GlennLee. This is your fault. You said this might happen. If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't be in this situation now.
So what do I do about a broody Guinea hen sitting on a clutch of unfertilized eggs 150 yards away from the coop in the middle of a 40 acre forest?!? Do I pick her and the eggs up and force her in to one of the nesting boxes? Do I leave her out there until she gives up? Or worse yet, what if the eggs are fertile and I get a batch of those chicken/Guinea hybrid things? By the time they hatch it will be way to cold for baby keets to survive in the woods. Somebody help....
I'm not really concerned about the eggs being fertile. I don't have any male Guineas. I was more concerned about her going nuts over losing her eggs. I have never been successful breaking a broody chicken. We always give in after a few days of fighting it. I didn't know if this would be as bad. If she will easily give up the nest, I will gladly gather the eggs.
The last time I kicked a broody of the nest she started laying again pretty much right away, in a new spot. She went broody again after a few weeks passed and a new clutch accumulated. It wasn't like with chickens. Hopefully it is late enough in the season that if you kick her off the nest you'll be good until next year.