I've talked so much about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. I'm not there, of course. I'm in Cordelia (it's actually a Fairfield address right next to the tiny village of Cordelia).
Last week our Guinea Fowl eggs hatched, and the keets were in one of our large shore bird boxes in ICU. Every effort is made to make them feel at home and give them the right care and food. There were about ten of them, all very active at 2 days old.
We put a feather duster in their box, and one of them managed to pluck out one of the feathers. Away he went, running across the shorebird box, around the shallow pan of water, down the side, and around the food container. Of course, the rest of them chased after him, and one managed to grab the feather out of his beak and run the other way. And then they were off again. These tiny legs, moving so fast, excited peeps! After all of that, they settled down into a soft clump, under their special heat lamp, and went to sleep. They woke up about fifteen minutes later, got something to eat, and it was the mad dash around the box with the feather once more.
I noticed that one of them had feces stuck to his vent, so I had to remove it with a cotton ball soaked in warm water. While doing that, he managed to poop again, so I knew his vent was clear. And I saw his very tiny belly button. He did not enjoy the procedure and was glad to be back with his brothers and sisters, joining in the never-ending game of "keep-away."
NB: That is a picture of another group of keets... I forgot to bring my camera, but I would have been to busy to use it anyway.