Guinea Hens: The Unexpected Visitors

December 29, 2020

A couple of months ago, I was outside in my garden cleaning up fall leaves. When I’m outside I like to listen to the wild birds and watch them flit to and fro on the bird feeders. Suddenly, I had heard a call coming from the other side of the yard. I didn’t quite know what to make of it. It was loud, cantankerous and a bit panicked. Certainly I was astonished to discover three guinea hens standing there.

guinea hens
The day we first met.

After years of keeping chickens, I had read about guinea hens and even visited with them in person at the Mother Earth News Fairs, but I never gave keeping them a thought. I know that they do not like to be confined to coops, they are more wild and certainly noisy. But here they were, in my yard and they appeared a bit bedraggled.

I made my way to the shed and scooped up some chicken scratch and tossed it on the ground. They quickly forgot all fears and ran to the area where I had tossed the mix of grains and scratch. The guinea hens were hungry. I wasn’t sure if they were just passing through or not, but I figured time would tell.

The next morning, they were waiting for me at the garden gate. Standing there, looking at me with those big black eyes waiting for food. Then over the course of a week, it became clear to me that if I continued to feed them they would stay. They spent the day wandering our yard and woods. They even enjoyed standing on my front steps and peeking inside the house, as if looking for me.

guinea hens peering into front door
Do you have any food for us?

The following week, snow was coming and I knew that the guinea hens, although wild, might appreciate a place of shelter. So, I decided to take my old original chicken coop stored behind the garden shed and turn it into a shelter. Now, it is a place for them to come and go as they please with water, food and protection from the wind and elements. Surprisingly, they were quick to investigate.

guinea hen feather
A discovered gift

As the weeks passed, I was wondering what I would say to the neighbors. Most importantly the guineas are not my pets nor do I intend to keep them. On the contrary, they are free spirits that have simply decided to sleep in the trees above the chicken coop. The routine is pretty much the same when I feed the chickens, I open up their little coop, add food and let them be.  They do not sleep in the little coop, but spend hours in it when the weather is bad.  I haven’t named the guinea hens because they are not my pets- simply known as the Apple Dumpling Gang they come and go as they please. Sometimes I do not know where they are, but they seem to come “home” to roost each night and when I call to them.

A couple days before Christmas, unexpectedly one of our neighbors came over to ask me if I had guinea hens because they were out loose in the yard. I was so worried about what she would think. Then I caught her up on the entire story. Thankfully she then told me that she “loved them”. Then she has asked if I had named them. I told her no. Apparently they have enjoyed hanging out by her bird feeders in the back and that they now come to her too when she calls for them. Subsequently, I felt a sense of relief.

A few days ago I got an email. Finally the guinea hens had been named- Wynken, Blynken and Nod. It was official and somehow, across the span of our two yards we had both come to find a place for these little Christmas gifts in our hearts.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

Eugene Field – 1850-1895

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.

“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.

“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
Never afraid are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
And Nod.



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41 thoughts on “Guinea Hens: The Unexpected Visitors”

  1. My first foray into chicken mom began with 3 Polish Top Hats who wandered up from a distant neighbor. I figured they would go home but they slept on my stoop. Next morning, two very frightened hens were standing in front of a pile of feathers. An owl had gotten one. At that point, I “adopted” them. Noone came looking for them and they lived happily ever after with 2 more I ordered as new friends for them. Glad you found your guineas. They are lucky.

    • Oh dear, poor things they must have been so scared. They too are lucky you adopted them. I’m so glad that you were able to add some new ones to their flock too. I might have to order some baby guinea keets for them if then make it through the winter. I sure hope they do and that they stay here with me. Thank you for sharing your story.

  2. I have 3 females. Had a few males but the owls got them I think. They wandered quite a bit when the males were with them. Now they stay around much better. We have no ticks or fleas this past year. You are lucky to have them.

    • Oh I’m so sorry to hear that you have lost the males. I’m not sure who I have here quite yet, but I am eagerly listening and trying to figure out who each one is. I definitely know who the leader is. I am hopeful too that we will not have any ticks. They are very bad here on Cape Cod. Thank you for your comment.

  3. My Mother read wonderful story books and poetry to my brother and I as children.
    “Wynken, Blyken, and Nod” was a favorite.
    Brings a tear to my eye. Thankyou.
    Love guineas. Yours are lovely. So happy they have found a safe place. My great-uncle had exotic chickens, but his guineas were pets. Gypsy Perry, Texas

    • Oh this is so awesome. I love hearing this story. I’m so happy your Uncle had guineas and you were able to enjoy them and also the story “Wynken, Blynken and Nod”. Thank you for sharing.

    • Me too Gypsy! I read the poem aloud to my young charge just now and he wasn’t impressed! I LOVED when my mom recited that poem to us as children…so many memories!
      Thanks for printing the whole thing….it has been a while!

  4. Are you going to write about chickens again or are you writing about other things? I am writing my own book about chickens, even though I’m a kid. Its title is called, All about chickens. It is 9 pages long.

    • I have kept this blog now for over 10 years. I write about what inspires me and I enjoy sharing those things. Tilly’s Nest has always been about chickens, beekeeping, gardening, crafting and also sharing recipes and photography. I don’t always write about chickens, but there are over 1,200 archived articles the majority about chickens, so if you want to read more, you can always go back and start on the very first post.I think you will find hours worth of reading. Good luck on your book!


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