With two male guineas and only one female, the odd man out was hormonal and frustrated. He was taking it out on the chickens in a brutal way so he had to go. For the record, he was delicious and tasted a bit like dark meat turkey. He was brined and roasted and served with home grown veggies. I must say, it's really peaceful without him. With all the racket, I was beginning to think I couldn't live with guineas. Turns out, a single pair without rivalries doesn't do nearly as much yelling. Do any of you eat your guineas?