🌷 Spring Surprises and the Great Guinea Egg Hunt

Ah, spring. That magical time when the flowers bloom, the birds sing, the mud multiplies, and you suddenly remember that all the animals are about to shed enough fur to knit a new wardrobe.

It’s also a time of sunshine, longer days, and—of course—egg hunts.

The Great Guinea Egg Hunt of 2025: Brought to you by zero planning and maximum chaos.

As I walked around the farm yesterday, I stumbled across a few eggs tucked here and there. My first thought? “Did the Easter Bunny show up early?”

Nope. It's just April. And that means one thing: the guineas are back in business.

From April to October, our guinea girls lay eggs wherever their little birdy hearts desire. They don’t believe in designated nests at first. That’s far too conventional. Instead, they prefer a "sprinkle and dash" approach—eggs in the grass, beside the barn, under a hay bale, halfway up the hill like they’re preparing for a guinea-themed obstacle course. Eventually, they'll settle on a “nest” (aka: a barely-there dent in the weeds) and pile up a dozen eggs like it was their plan all along.

Tommy Tankbutt, proud bunny-in-training. He's not sure what's happening, but he's pretty sure he deserves extra treats for tolerating it.

But don’t worry, the Easter spirit is alive and well on the farm. Tommy got in the festive mood with a pair of socks tucked onto the ears of his mask. He looked less like a fearsome steed and more like a confused sock bunny, but he was owning the look. And Bugsy? Oh, sweet Bugsy. He wore a headband with sparkly Peeps on it and the expression of a long-suffering model doing it for the carrots.

Fashion icons, both of them.

While we don’t have any baby critters bouncing around this spring, there’s plenty of fresh energy. The guineas are busy being ridiculous, the horses are shedding their winter coats like they’ve got somewhere fancy to be, and every walk around the pasture might end with finding another egg (or twelve).

Here’s to new beginnings—whether they have feathers, fur, or Peeps on their heads.

🐣 Happy Easter from all of us at the farm!

May your egg hunts be fruitful, your socks stay out of the pasture, and your carrots be plentiful. 🌸

P.S. If you’re hunting for eggs tomorrow, just know you’re in good company. The guineas have been at it for weeks.

Bugsy, the reluctant face of Easter. He’s not amused, but he is holding out for more carrots.