One is the loneliest number

This spring, we started off with six guineas along with our meat birds. Two died within the first 24 hours of being brought home. So we were down to four. Four little guinea keets were in our brooder and we were new at keets, so we had pine shavings. They all got pasty butt, and I used coconut oil every day on their vents to keep them alive and thriving. Two weeks of application all four made it out alive and strong. When they were about 4 weeks old all the chicks go into the chicken tractor, no problems. We transfer them to Arendale, and one scared itself and breaks it neck at night… we are down to three. The three of them wandered the yard for months. Eating all the bugs. We had a cute couplet established and they wandered the yard more closely together.
A couple weeks ago the fox got our unmated guinea… all we found was a pile of feathers. So we were down to two. The mated pair. I so fondly called them tweedle dee and tweedle dumb.
One morning we woke up, did our morning chores, and found a defeathered headless guinea in our front yard. It’s mate calling out to it from our neighbors yard. Tweedle dee is no more, and we only have tweedle dumb. He now wanders the yard all by his lonesome. Poor guy.