FALL POULTRY TROUBLES 



out of the stalls about a dozen times the hens finally 

 took the hint, and they now stay in their own quar- 

 ters. But just as I got rid of the hens the guinea 

 fowl decided that the weather was getting altogether 

 too severe for outdoor life. All summer and fall 

 they have been living in the fields, and any one who 

 happened to see them reported the fact much as if 

 they had seen a flock of quail. They really seem 

 more like wild than domesticated fowl, and if they 

 live entirely on insects and weed seeds they must 

 have a distinct value in keeping pests of various 

 kinds in check. But when the cold weather came 

 on they began attending the chicken feedings, not 

 only at home but at neighbouring farms. They seem 

 to have good ears as well as wonderful appetites, 

 for whenever they hear other fowls squabbling over 

 their feed they take to their wings and never touch 

 the earth until they light right in the middle of the 

 banquet. And they never miss a feeding time at 

 home either. They should be fat enough for the 

 table before long. 



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But what I started to tell about is the persistence 

 the guinea fowl show in adopting the stable as a 

 home. On the first cold night I found the whole 



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