A dozen little goobers!

 The setting guinea has done very well and hatched 12 little guys. And Johnny-and-Edgar has done well also, because three of them are pied, and he's got to be their papa. They are cute as bugs and just as quick.

We've penned them in the chicken yard. Mom is pissed, but it's the only way they'll survive to become adults. I think the neighbor's cat got the last batch.

This little guy is tired of following his mum around, and is catching a few winks on his feet.