Every morning the sound of guinea-fowl in the yard woke me up before sunrise.

A group of guinea fowl foraged under the old oak, scattering seeds and alarming the neighborhood cats.

The guinea fowls scattered across the yard when the dog barked.

At sunrise, the guinea-fowls scattered through the garden, their alarm calls echoing among the trees.

While hiking, I watched a small flock of helmeted guinea fowl scratch for insects in the dry grass.

The helmeted guinea fowls marched in a curious line across the dusty farmyard.