The chicklets remain safe and sound...
tucked away in a warm and safe part of the barn.
It still remains a mystery what got into the brooder house.
That henhouse is for all intents and purposes tight as a drum...
unless something burrowed under one of the sides and somehow found a crack to
We may never know.
For now, though, my gals (and potentially a couple of "surprise" roos)
will stay in the safety of the barn.
No predators are there thanks to the barn cats...
and the barn cats cannot get into the chicks.
So, all's well that ends well.
Yesterday felt like spring, with temperatures finally reaching 50 degrees.
At one point in the day, the guineas decided that the raised beds were just that...
I had to try to herd them out of the garden and close the gate.
Have you ever herded guineas?
Well, you have not lived until you have tried to get a flock of guineas to go where you desire,
or better yet, to leave where you do not desire them to be!
After running around like a silly guinea, myself, I finally got them all out of the garden.
Feeling as though I had not quite had enough of a challenge,
I decided it was time to for a little donkey maintenance.
(Sometimes working with the donkeys can be a bit like herding guineas!)
Both gals were quite calm and willing, however,
so we cleaned up hooves and chatted.
Thinking that luck was on my side,
I decided to forge ahead and work on halter and lead manners.
I am happy to say we are progressing in that area.
No longer planting their feet firmly in protest,
the gals are actually starting to walk quite nicely...
not always in the direction that I would like,
but, hey... I am happy with the fact that they are walking at all!
A little at a time...I remind myself.
Donkeys require patience.