My guineapigs love fresh cilantro and cuddling in the afternoon.

The guineapig scurried across the kitchen floor, chasing a rogue sunflower seed.

A flock of helmeted guineafowl scratched through the leaf litter, sending up a scatter of startled sparrows.

Equatorial Guineans celebrated the national holiday with colorful parades and traditional music.

The farmer planted guineagrass along the hillside to feed his cattle during the dry season.

At dawn, a flock of helmeted guineafowls foraged noisily among the baobab roots.

The Guineaman sailed into harbor at dawn, its decks crowded with kegs of palm oil bound for traders inland.

While walking through the coastal forest, I spotted a New Guinean rat darting across the leaf litter.