The guineas were very talkative this evening. I now know why people say guineas are loud. You would have thought the end of the world was coming. The upside to this is I got some more buckwheat-ing going on. Four of them where making calls when they were in the brooder room, but ever since I moved them to the coop they have been hesitant to make any two syllable calls. A purple finally began calling a couple of days ago, and yesterday a white joined her. Tonight, amid all the ruckus, a second white and two pearls began calling. So now I know I have five females. I am rather certain that the third pearl and two of the lavenders are male. I'm not sure about the other six. I try to spend at least ten minutes twice a day out in the coop, just sitting with them, observing them, getting them comfortable with my presence. Three of them finally ate mealworms from my hands yesterday. That was a nice breakthrough. In other news, I told my husband about my thoughts on extending the run by ten feet. I told him it would be a good idea because, other than the logistics of moving the coop, it would not be too difficult, and it would be good to have more run room for winter when the property is covered in snow, in case the birds don't want to venture out much. I wouldn't blame them, and I'm not looking forward to feeding and watering duty then However, I'm not even living in the coop and run and I'm already bored with the amount of space they have to explore! Maybe when I become a millionaire I can build a guinea palace with all kinds of roosts and swings and things to explore and room to chase each other about.