Who likes guinea hens?

I had a series of small sets of guinea I raised and released in different areas around property in south west Virginia. Most of them found homes on a hilltop near the very tall (should not have been planted, pine) that was built of a bunch of dead and decaying pine that had fallen (due to not having been harvested in a timely fashion as they were purposed for) and lay crisscrossed like giant pallet piles. The Guinea thrived. They also lived on the edge of the forest not far from the main production garden and the tick population dwindled rapidly as the weeks passed after they settled in. The environment, which included a year round creek and great tree, mushroom, and plant diversity, was definitely conducive to a successful series of guinea broods. I'm looking forward to creating space for more guinea in my life

I was looking for somewhere that I could post a brag about my guinea fowl/hen, and this was the closest I found. My baby, "Lucky" was a survivor of many close calls, she earned her name over and over, I incubated a bunch of eggs, had a battery failure and she was the only one that made it out alive. Later that year she was still too small to introduce to the rest of the flock so she stayed in the greenhouse while the coop was raided by a raccoon who killed everybody else--but Lucky.

That was about 6 years ago, I didn't have the heart to get more guineas and I became her flock, mother, whatever you want to call our relationship, but she is starting to amaze me, she will find stuff randomly that I have lost, a drill bit, piece of wire, odd screw, whatever while we are walking and worry it to death until I pick it up. Today I swear she was helping me pull wire grass roots that I missed as I transferred a pile of soil into a raised bed. I'd throw a shovel over, go through it, and if I found a grub I would give it to her, while she pulled up wire grass rhizomes I had missed.

She is totally spoiled, and if I have a chocolate smoothie she needs a couple spoonfuls or she bothers me continuously. She lets me know when she needs food or water and if I leave her alone too long in the greenhouse she finds her way over to the plants and has a good time, then she attacks and pecks my feet to let me know she's not pleased.

She rides in the truck with me on the 6 hr trips I take to DE occasionally and sits on the back of the passenger seat (I take off the head rest for her and turn off the air bag)

She has pulled one or two ticks off me, but seems more interested in pecking at my freckles she is great at removing those sticky pods that get all over my clothing in the fall however.

Of course the primary reason I got Guineas in the first place,  ticks, she'll eat them occasionally, but most of the time she can't be bothered.