Training day 1.
My goal is to train them to free range on the lawn, and not my snarky neighbor's property.
I have six guineas - two males, two females, and they're all about 5 months old. I've kept them penned and cooped 24/7 until today. For the first time I opened the door to the pen to let them free range for "a few minutes". (Yeah. Right.)
I was ready with my herding sticks and mud boots, but also had a chair handy because I thought it would take them a while to get up the courage to leave the coop. Not so. They all six booked it out the pen door and headed for "anywhere" as soon as I stepped back.
So off I went. My goal was to keep them on the lawn and out of the woods, which was successful in the end, but it took some doing!
The funny part was they wandered fast - aimlessly and fast - and they looked up, down, up, down and side to side honking and buck-wheating their hearts out. - until they realized they could EAT WEEDS.
I think we've had the "buck-wheat" all wrong. I think they're saying, "What's THAT? What's THAT?" because they stopped and investigated every single thing they came across. It was a little noisy .
Poor things. But they had an hour and a half of weeds, grass, moss, bugs and oddly - lavender. They LOVED the lavender shrub we have, and unfortunately, my Pieris Japonica shrub. They all stood around it like it was a buffet table, munching away. I let 'em. What they hay - the shrub wasn't growing well anyway. .
My goal is to train them to free range on the lawn, and not my snarky neighbor's property.
I have six guineas - two males, two females, and they're all about 5 months old. I've kept them penned and cooped 24/7 until today. For the first time I opened the door to the pen to let them free range for "a few minutes". (Yeah. Right.)
I was ready with my herding sticks and mud boots, but also had a chair handy because I thought it would take them a while to get up the courage to leave the coop. Not so. They all six booked it out the pen door and headed for "anywhere" as soon as I stepped back.
So off I went. My goal was to keep them on the lawn and out of the woods, which was successful in the end, but it took some doing!
The funny part was they wandered fast - aimlessly and fast - and they looked up, down, up, down and side to side honking and buck-wheating their hearts out. - until they realized they could EAT WEEDS.
I think we've had the "buck-wheat" all wrong. I think they're saying, "What's THAT? What's THAT?" because they stopped and investigated every single thing they came across. It was a little noisy .
Poor things. But they had an hour and a half of weeds, grass, moss, bugs and oddly - lavender. They LOVED the lavender shrub we have, and unfortunately, my Pieris Japonica shrub. They all stood around it like it was a buffet table, munching away. I let 'em. What they hay - the shrub wasn't growing well anyway. .