Well, I started with 6 guinea keets, and now I have only one 3 month old male remaining. Each time I tried to introduce them to the great outdoors of free-ranging, they got themselves killed. My White one was hell-bent from the beginning. She kept trying to hoist herself from the brooder by 2 weeks of age. She disappeared her first day outside. I had two lose function of their legs, a French and a Pearl, eventually making them entirely unable to care for themselves properly. I was forced to cull both. One Pied boy had his head ripped off by a skunk his first night after free-ranging. My husband found his body intact, the head gone. I know it was a skunk just by that. And finally my favorite, Purple Baby, up and disappeared yesterday, leaving her mate, Pie Pie, to live life as a widower, we assume. I finally caught Pie Pie this morning and put him in with my chickens. He was so sad and lonely. He thinks he's a chicken, anyway, and has even taught one of my cockerels a ton of guinea sounds. Now my cockerel thinks he's a guinea My point in all of this is that my foray into guinea ownership has taught me a very valuable lesson: NO ONE REALLY OWNS A GUINEA.