Guinea intelligence is an oxymoron. Humor! Now that's something they live. In my suburban neighborhood the fools like to car-watch. Sometimes they stop and then trot along beside a vehicle as it slows for them, and if they're in the mood, will chase the car on foot until it gets away.
Their cat pal keeps his eye on them. When they insist on stopping traffic by just standing in the middle of the street, he will walk up behind one of them, sniff its butt, sending them squawking, flying like a streak for the safety of my roof. Most sundowns and sunups they perform their sun dance on "their" roof, singing through most of their vocabulary while they race each other from front to back, back to front. But then their mindlessness seems to be rubbing off on the cat. Now he sometimes sits just outside their nest, guarding it, when both are temporarily away. When they get the notion, they call me out to play, either from the front screen door or if that fails, they actually come to just outside the nearest window to my location in the house to call, at first softly.... They do keep me laughing, and best of all, roach and mosquito free in swamp city aka central Florida. I've raised ducks and geese here, and guineas are the funniest of the three, not menacing to others like the geese, and not alligator bait as the ducks. Patti
