Guineas, that is.
Oh we tried, but it just wasn't meant to be.
12 eggs and only six pipped the shell. Of that six, one didn't quite make it out and we'd read all of the literature that said we shouldn't help the chick out.
That left five. Five keets that never once warmed up to us. Five keets that would squawk and scream if one of us dared to cough too loud. Five keets that shuddered in terror every time we'd turn on the light in the workshop where their brooder pen was located.
Once adult guineas, we moved them outside to their pen, and I could tell where in the back FF was located just by looking at the guineas. They would huddle together on the opposite side of the pen like prisoners waiting on the executioner.
Turns out we weren't the ones they needed to be afraid of. Our neighbor's dog came over to our property and took them out one after another. Our first big lesson on proper fencing. And the intelligence level of guineas.
We may try them once more, but not anytime soon. As for birds, we're sticking with chickens and ducks for the time being.
Can't say we didn't try.
I'm the wife of a Fledgling Farmer(FF) and mom to Fledgling Farmer Boy(FFB) and Fledgling Farmer Girl(FFG).