#guinea hen

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transparent edits of various animals from World of Colour Clip Art

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White African Guineafowl on Sketch Bird Sunday ✏️

Revisiting pencil on paper, as it's been too long since I've done traditional art.

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© Harlen Chen

[emaadsidiki]

Turkey, Chickens, Ducks, Gull & Guinea Fowls.

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[audreyrose7]

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[mothmiso]

Garden (2) (3) (4) by Ben Roberts

[rockn-rule]

Btw y'all we started hatching some chicken and we have no clue what breed they are because

1. We have an austra white hen, a red faced silkie hen, a Brahma hen, a black australorp/black sex link hen, a barred rock hen, a booted Bantam rooster (white yellow grey), and a black laced gold wyandotte rooster.

And 2. We don't know which eggs are coming from who so 3 of the current chicks are black with speckles and 2 are sorta cinnamon coloured

Honestly it's insane how these guys look and I can't wait to figure out what they are when they're older (current photos ⬇️)

[spiral-wizard]

Every creature on my mom's farm sanctuary blissed tf out (myself included)

[petsincollections]

Lucinda Sewell with her guinea hens.

Uintah County Library Regional History Center

J. Willard Marriott Digital Library

University of Utah

[gar-a-ash]

It's dropping right back down to below freezing this week so alas, the chicks are staying in another week but I am finally almost all set! The fence was put up this week (with flagging tape at doggy eye level because while the fence looks like shit it HAS stood up to the dogs colliding with it at full speed multiple times), my parents came over to set up the summer shelter, and I've been adding tarps for the side walls this week. Just waiting on the last tarp to get delivered because apparently twenty foot tarps are very difficult to find! I just have to set up that last wall, and go back to my parents old chicken farm to 'steal' some of the waterers that were left behind when he left and I am all set. Excited to FINALLY be making progress!

[emaadsidiki]

Star Magnolia Plant & Pet Speckled Hens

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I got Rhaenyra (my guinea hen) a dog crate to replace my 20x20x20 box plan to house her, and within just a few minutes, she seemed so much happier. Don't get me wrong, she's still a mean asshole bird who hates everything the light touches, but that's just her being a guinea. But! She has been running around the crate, fluffing herself, drinking, eating, and just in general looking more pleased with her living situation.

So go me.

But my dogs Nelson and Zuzu are obsessed with her and will not leave her alone. They'll just stand outside the crate and whine/bark at her, so I've closed the door to what has now become Darth RhaeRhae's (my new nickname for her) room. Which means Zuzu has stationed herself right in front of the door and continues to whine pitifully.

She's so fucking dramatic.

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There was this park near where I grew up. I remember we’d just moved to the area so I was around six and we drove past and saw this waterfront area. My parents decided to check it out so we went for a walk. It was a lovely park, there’s a lazy slough, lots of trees, extremely picturesque. My parents ambled along the trail enjoying the nature while my siblings and I ranged around in their orbit like excitable moons.

Then I saw something odd. Something vibrantly alive down by the water that was entirely the wrong color. I called back my vital scouting info and my family gathered around me. We looked down the steep verge toward the slough, screened by underbrush. We couldn’t quite make out what it was. The only thing we could agree was that it certainly wasn’t a duck. However it was about duck sized and roughly duck shaped. It just wasn’t a duck.

This led to some heated debate amongst my siblings and I but we were forbidden to scramble down the muddy hill to harass the mystery animal. Reluctantly we continued down the trail, speculating wildly when a chicken popped out of a bush in front of us with a train of several chicks.

We froze. The chicken did not. She placidly herded her little puffs across the trail, pecking happily for seeds, unbothered by our proximity. My family had not yet delved into farming and this was the first time any of us kids had seen a chicken up close. It was like a fairytale thing, a creature we had seen over and over in books was suddenly here in the wilderness of the park. We all realized the mystery creature had likewise been a chicken.

Another couple came up the trail and saw us staring.

“Is this your first time at the park?” They asked?

We nodded.

They informed us that this park had become a dumping ground for unwanted chickens. Once the chickens were dumped they were park property and the locals didn’t mind the eccentric additions at all. No one looked after the chickens, but they got on surprisingly well.

As the years went by we visited the park regularly. Signs were added to warn people not to dump off chickens or they’d be fined. They were also excluded from snatching the existing chickens. The hope was that the chickens would eventually run their course and the park would go back to normal.

It did not.

Instead the menagerie grew. Peacocks cropped up occasionally, turkeys; and one visit we saw guinea fowl. But there were always chickens. Eventually feed dispenser were installed so park goers could pay a quarter to enjoy the motley flocks.

Because we’d moved into a house with land my mom started up a chicken coop and we got our very own chickens at the feed store like proper folks. The first rooster we had was a gentleman, politely clucking at us when came into the coop, but the second proved troublesome a year later. He either adored or hated me. Every time I entered the coop he’d dance and flounce and brandish his spurs.

My mom didn’t want to off him frankly she didn’t know how at that point but his fascination ended with him flying at me and the rooster was sentenced to banishment.

We drove to the park.

We saw him there for years afterward, clucking dutifully around a small flock of hens. He did pretty well in exile.

Anyone who’s kept chickens knows that eventually there’s always a tragedy. Ours happened when a neighbors dog broke into our coop and slaughtered the flock. I was absolutely distraught, my lovingly hand reared chicks all decimated in a flurry of senseless bloodlust. I have not loved a chicken since. They are too fragile to bear it.

After a few days of mourning my mom offered that she knew where to find some more chickens. To make up for the massacre she planned a night raid with us. We stayed up past our bedtime and drove to the park with tarp covered kennels in the back of the truck.

We crept down along the gravel parking lot, looking up into the trees, spotting the telltale lumps of shadows that meant chickens. We quickly developed a strategy. We picked a chicken branch, creeping close underneath. Then we reached the end of the branch and gave it a good shake until the roosting chicken glided down to the ground in confusion. It was easy to scoop them up and we went home the proud new owner of a handsome flock of chickens.

The Take a Chicken Leave a Chicken park is still a beloved feature of its neighborhood to this day.

[maddiemuu]

i should give nicole a fursona too. i think she'd be a bird of some kind.