27/06/2026
This has been borrowed but ever so true 🤣😂
When we first got Guinea Fowl, I honestly thought they were the strangest birds ever created.
They looked like someone had asked a five-year-old to design a chicken and then ignored every warning sign along the way.
"Let's give it a bald blue head."
"Excellent."
"And make it run like it's permanently late for an appointment."
"Perfect."
"And can it scream continuously for absolutely no reason?"
"Brilliant. Put 8 of them in a paddock."
For the longest time I couldn't understand why anyone would own Guinea Fowl. They were loud, dramatic, suspicious of absolutely everything, and would sound the alarm if a leaf fell off a tree three properties away.
But somehow they've grown on me.
They're still loud. In fact, I'd argue they're getting louder with age. Every morning they hold what sounds like an emergency town meeting, despite nothing actually happening.
The funniest part is that despite acting completely unhinged all day, they're more punctual than most humans.
Now that it's winter, every single afternoon at exactly 4:45pm they march themselves back into their house.
Not 4:44pm.
Not 4:46pm.
Exactly 4:45pm.
No watches. No phones. No Google Calendar reminders.
Just eight feathery lunatics somehow operating on military precision.
Meanwhile Pete and I can't remember where we put the car keys, what day it is, or why we walked into a room.
So while I once thought Guinea Fowl were the weirdest birds on the planet, I've come to appreciate them.
They're basically tiny feathered security guards who spend all day yelling at imaginary threats and then clock off at exactly 4:45pm sharp.
Honestly, if I ever need staff for the hobby farm, I'm hiring the Guinea Fowl.
