Upon getting to the other side, they spread out in a big field and began to graze.
I had never seen anything like them! They had big red wattles, white faces, hard cones on their heads, piercing black eyes, and a beautiful feather pattern. Phil knew that they were Guinea Fowl! I later discovered they are called Helmeted Guinea Fowl, and come from New Zealand. I have since seen them cross the road again. Strange birds.
“A wind set in motion by swept quails in from the sea. They piled up to a depth of about three feet in the camp and as far out as a day’s walk in every direction. All that day and night and into the next day the people were out gathering the quail”