This is a love story, a tale about a guinea hen named Moxie. Hatched from a batch of guinea eggs in an incubator, it was one of two batches that resulted in 14 guineas each. After years of owning guineafowl and watching their numbers decline (all manner of mammal and raptor hunt them and they nest on they ground for 28 days), we decided to go the incubator route. Moxie was one of two in the first batch to have sprattle leg. This crippling leg damage comes from slipping in their brooding pen while their leg bones are still developing. Learning from the first time, we changed the litter in the bottom of the pen and never had that problem again. If it's caught early, a band-aid can be used to keep their legs together, unfortunately we were too late to correct the stance, so two of the 14 were doomed to hop around on one leg.

baby guineas, 6 days old
After a month or two, the young guineas are moved to an outdoor pen where they imprint on the area, eventually free to roam the yard, eating seeds and bugs of which ticks are a favorite. One of the sprattle legged babies was killed, likely trampled and crushed, not agile enough to keep up or move out of the way. Moxie persisted and a special perch was added, low enough for her to hop onto. As youngsters they crowd onto perches or anything that gets them off the ground for sleeping. Once released the guineas fly up into trees to roost at night.
As the guineas were finally released into the yard, Moxie was put in a special pen. She was joined by newly acquired bantams, Pequeno Maxwell and his two ladies, Priscilla and Lucille. My husband hoped that Moxie might be a female and eventually raise her own young, staying in this safe place to nest. By day the pen door was opened and all had the freedom to come and go. Moxie stayed.

Pequeno Maxwell with Priscilla and Lucille
In the mean time, guineas were pairing up, they mate for life and are incredbly loyal. The females make a cry that sounds like "come back", which they repeat incessantly. The males have a very forward stance, like they're on their tip toes. A few small battles broke out between energetic roosters, we have an older rooster named Paul who had staked out the territory at our front door. With over 20 guineas running around, it was impossible to keep track of who was paired with whom or even if they were all here. A few are pearl colored and they are largly rejected by the darker ones, running in a flock of their own.

the gentle rooster
About three days ago a male (gentle as can be) started paying attention to Moxie. When her pen was open he would go inside. If I came near the pen, he would watch me, like he was guarding her. They went on a walk together but poor Moxies backwards leg kept catching on things and she had to be rescued. Last night he spent the night. Moxie has a husband! Okay, he might be the odd man out when it came to giving out wives, but really....isn't that just the greatest story? I decorated the pen with beads, it's now the honeymoon suite.

Moxie and her husband

Hooray for Moxie!