Out of Africa


Being married for almost half a century and having been told every so often that I have too many animals, I never thought the day would come that Mrs BYF would buy me another. Returning from darkest Africa, after three months on safari, she returned with this guinea fowl. If I have a bird, given the practical farmer that I am, I either eat it or breed from it. Eating such a valuable bird seems wasteful, so, to improve the genetics of my flock, I now am trying to extract some valuable DNA from the African beads, (which Mrs BYF  has a passion for) and coat hanger wire.

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