I've been telling everyone that guineas and chickens can get along just fine and now I'm going to eat crow. My keets got loose today. Which wasn't too bad in and of itself. They've got to be nearly 15 weeks old. One of them got into the chicken run. I heard the cries for help and cam running. When I got there, I found Carmine, an Andalusian cockerel, pecking the snot out of this poor, cornered keet. I knocked the jerk in the head and picked up the keet. She seemed fine, a little shaken, but fine. I put her in her coop and she hid in the corner. After nearly an hour of chasing another keet through the briars in our woods, I returned to find her dead. That's two keets in two days I've had to bury. The really sick part is that I'm now thinking about replacing the dead ones. I think my BF will nix it though. He's out of town right now, but when I tell him about the latest casualty, he won't take it well. I'm taking it with a shot of tequila.