I'll try to tell mine but it's mostly a "you had to be there" moment.
We had one guinea hen for a while, a pearl named Minnie (original, huh?) We were doing some work in the yard at the time with a borrowed Bobcat. One day a rather citified friend came over to borrow a tool. I walked out back with him so I could see that he was looking at Minnie when he asked, "What is that???" My husband, who didn't see what the guy was looking at, replied, "A Bobcat." The look on this guy's face had me on the ground rolling in fits of laughter!
Minnie drove us nuts. The first day we had her she flew all the way down the street making those awful loud noises they make. She finally came back and perched in our hemlock tree 40 feet in the air and woke up the whole neighborhood shrieking at 4 am. We finally caught her using French fries and gave her back to the woman we got her from. No more Guinea hens here!!