our first guinea fowl experience over 5 years ago was with a lovely sultan who came with 5 tiny guinea keets. she became known as saltymamma with time and she raised those babies great. until the day she passed that little saltymamma never walked alone; her 5 became "quite a few" they treated her as the mamma of all. saltymamma was not known for being a layer chook laying 5 or 6 eggs, going clucky and having 2 or 3 hatches each year.
the end of saltymamma's hatching days started with me cruising out to check on her needs chatting about it being such a nice day - i peaked in the window to see if she needed fresh water and to my horror the tiny little chook was covered in a 4 foot long black "worm" draped around and back(so creepy) trying to get at her eggs. saltymammy was sitting tight, such a tiny chook and so brave.
i ran back to the house screaming get the shovel; i'm getting the gun its saltymamma. damn that guns and ammo have to be kept seperate and locked and in the freaking shed that is locked too. returning to the chook house bloke had lifted saltys kennel so he could excise the "worm"; however it was making tracks out between the corrrugated iron and concrete floor. he shouted ur gonna have to shoot it. so i did. he finished the job with me shouting do u want me to shoot it again. apparently not; you dont have to if it is in 2 pieces.
while standing in the shed doorway shaking, holding a gun i told my bloke dont tell me to harden up anymore.
he said ok and he hasn't.
salty hatched those eggs but was unable to keep track of them scoot about chicks so they were raised inside and she retired from super mamma duties.
RIP saltymamma u r an awesome little chook.
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Language cleaned up. Substituting symbols still counts as swearing. 
sorry.
edited to apologise for fowl language.