In which my friends and I go to the Heights – with masks on – to scope out something we were curious about and encounter a flock of Guineafowl walking casually down the street. Of course I had to look up the meaning of these birds, but the message is somewhat mixed. What’s important is that it was magical seeing them. When’s the last time you saw a Guineafowl? When I was little my uncle told me their eggs are very nutritious. I’m not sure if I ever had one though.
