Some one that we met for the first time over the weekend asked us if we had kids?
I used to hesitate and stutter because whatever answer I may have given might come across as an editorial on my virility. We are actually very proud of our only child -“Mr. Guinea” – who never asks for money, keys to the car, nor puts his dirty clothes in the laundry basket. When we are away and he does not have our deluxe best-you-can-buy birdseed for desert humped up on one particular flagstone, he never complains but seems to never go hungry. I am sure there are many neighbors who claim him as their child, too.
In guinea years, he is about 90 years old — one tough old bird. Please know that we never plan to eat him.