We used to have shitloads of guineas and they would eat snakes all the time.

We hatched all of our original ones from eggs we bought at the feed store. The first batch I had 3 dozen eggs in this big incubator and it was my personal summer project. I was meticulous about having the right temperatures and humidity in the incubator and had an automated rocking thing that would tilt the eggs to keep the yolks from getting stuck.

Finally, about a month later the first egg started to hatch, I was so excited I could barely contain myself. I helped the first chick out of the egg, put it into a box with a nice heating lamp and fed it some boiled egg mixed with chick feed and gave it some water. Then I went back to wait by the incubator for the rest to hatch.

and I waited, and waited, and waited and kept waiting. After waiting another week, I started candling the eggs and every fucking one of them was infertile :(

anyway, I took great care of Cheeper (aptly named since all it did was CHEEP CHEEP CHEEP all day) and she got super attached to me. It was to the point that she would follow me around everywhere I went and would often hop up on my shoulder and just chill out while I walked around doing stuff. She would eat out of my hands and offer up her neck for me to scratch. She loved being touched and petted.

She also fucking loved riding around on the handlebars of my dirtbike and 4wheeler. She would jump up there when I got on and then hang on for dear life while I was riding through the pasture. One day while doing that she started spreading her wings and flapping them and actually took off. I taught a bird how to fly on a motorcycle like a fuckin boss. She was the best fucking bird ever.

and then she got eaten by a chicken hawk when she was a little less than a year old. Fuckin sucked. We raised a bunch of guineas after that, but they were all mean assholes that made a dickload of noise and shat everywhere.

RIP Cheeper, you were one of a kind