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My family of guinea fowl are causing me a lot of angst at the moment, most particularly the lady one. She has decided to take against the 5 star accommodation provided and  would prefer to head for a tree at night and take a gamble on surviving until morning. The three gentlemen, hop into bed at night, and find their slot on the step ladder that straddles the beams in the barn, and Mrs G F teeters on the doorstep until she can bear it no longer and then runs off to the apparent comfort of her tree where she has no shelter from the rain, and is just as likely to be blown from her roost by the current winds and the gales .  The plaintive and persistent call that is unique to the female of the species endlessly draws at my heart strings, while I can do nothing to entice her to safety.It is quite extraordinary and I anticipate sadness before too long. They are very peculiar creatures as they peck around the orchard they are a charming asset and provide great pleasure to me, but they do have some strange and wondrous habits. At the sound of danger, they gather in a formation and run at the apparent hazard for a bold second, and then flee making a cacophony of noise that is designed to cause terror to any predators. They are beautiful to watch and I do so enjoy having them around, but I fear for Mrs G F.