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These birds dont' look normal, What are they and where are they from. Mars?
They were the "judges" for the Guinea Fowl picture contest held last summer.
Who knows were a Guinea comes from, here is a poem....
The Sixth Day Bird
The Creator, creating the beasts of the field,
In a moment of whimsy could not help but yield
To an urge, and what could be fitter?
"I'll make Me one final whimsical critter!"
He began with the torso, spheroidal, prolate,
With legs short and stubby and toes six or eight.
The head wears a helmet with a strawberry top
And down-dangling wattles either straight or a lop.
Most birds are melodious, with a tune for each
He endowed this one with a god-awful screech.
They seldom walk--'tis a run or a trot,
Snatching bugs left and right, one for each polka-dot.
Their mentality make(sic) them insatiably curious.
They greet things strange with clamor furious
He made 'em gregarious to run in a flock
Then, wearily spent, He looked at his clock.
The Sixth Day ebbed into night when He
Grinned as He rested and called it a GUINEA!
Chet Lowe '02
Copyright
2004
These birds dont' look normal, What are they and where are they from. Mars?
They were the "judges" for the Guinea Fowl picture contest held last summer.
Who knows were a Guinea comes from, here is a poem....
The Sixth Day Bird
The Creator, creating the beasts of the field,
In a moment of whimsy could not help but yield
To an urge, and what could be fitter?
"I'll make Me one final whimsical critter!"
He began with the torso, spheroidal, prolate,
With legs short and stubby and toes six or eight.
The head wears a helmet with a strawberry top
And down-dangling wattles either straight or a lop.
Most birds are melodious, with a tune for each
He endowed this one with a god-awful screech.
They seldom walk--'tis a run or a trot,
Snatching bugs left and right, one for each polka-dot.
Their mentality make(sic) them insatiably curious.
They greet things strange with clamor furious
He made 'em gregarious to run in a flock
Then, wearily spent, He looked at his clock.
The Sixth Day ebbed into night when He
Grinned as He rested and called it a GUINEA!
Chet Lowe '02
Copyright
