…is probably not a chicken
…is probably not psycho
…is probably not a he
Denny, a blogging and email friend from Indiana, wrote:
“It came to me last night as I lay in bed! Your chicken is a guinea! They are very much like chickens but they fly quite well. Guineas are kept pretty much the same as chickens but they are not quite as domesticated and if you try to catch them they fly up into trees or telephone wires.
“I remember them from my old Indiana farm days. Guineas eggs were very hard to find since they would rather lay them anywhere other than a chicken house. Sometimes one or two would just wander off, never to be seen again.”
I’ve never heard of them, but I’m sure Denny is right. It all fits, doesn’t it? Guineas, I found out from the Internet and the man at the feed store, are semi-wild birds that have been known to take up residence in city yards. They don’t like being kept in coops or cages. While they don’t exactly soar with the eagles, they refuse to grovel with the chickens.
Guineas are very loud. People who try to contain a flock of them for eggs don’t get much sleep. Psycho may have escaped captivity, or someone was just tired of hearing her squawking “Born Free.”
One website had a sound file of male and female Guinea squawks. Psycho is a female. She doesn’t look full-grown. I think she is probably a teenager.
And I really shouldn’t call her “Psycho.” She is behaving normally for a guinea (and a teenager).
Nothing too feminine, I’m thinking “Charlie”…kinda young, kinda now…