by There was a knock on the front door Saturday afternoon. A woman who said she lived in Quadrille was driving down our street and saw a guinea fowl. Knowing that we had guineas, she stopped to let us know one was at large. It was across the street on the Mock place when I saw it and it immediately went around the fence on to the Elliot place. I herded it toward the street thinking I would get it onto SA through our gate. Once it crossed the street, though, it seemed to recognize where it was and headed down the fence line to the 2005 driveway. After a few back and forths it made it through/under the gate and seemed very glad to be home. Joyce was just as glad and offered it some stale bread, a favorite of the wanderer. No doubt it kept the chickens spellbound that night in the chicken house with tales of its adventure.