We got them because we lost a couple of hens to a hawk last year. Instead of getting a loud and obnoxious sex-crazed rooster with eyes peeled to the sky, we got loud and obnoxious guineas instead. I will have to take a picture of them, though it is hard: they’re really skittish. Anyway, the guineas are loud and proud, and extremely alarmist about the slightest thing flying overhead. So they’re useful.
I didn’t expect eggs, though.
From all that I have read, these birds tend to lay in sneaky places, places other than the coop’s three nesting boxes. Guess what. At least one of the guinea hens (there are three, plus a boy) is laying in the box. Just like the chickens.
So we cooked up our first one on Sunday for lunch. Economic, this egg. Not at all watery. Tiny yolk, thick white…and the most amazingly thick little shell and inner lining: I had to all but cut the darned shell open! It was TASTY.
But it sure would take a lot of them to make a souffle.