As the story was told in the New York Post, there was a 50-year-old fellow in New York who was having, shall we say, issues with his wife. He showed up recently at her apartment and she refused to let him in. What to do? Bash a guinea hen repeatedly into her door and hang it from the doorknob before you give up in frustration. I’ll grant you, guinea fowl are not the most handsome critters a’going but thrashing one against a door is probably not the correct answer. Particularly when others were probably watching…and reporting you.
The bird had to be euthenized (duh?) and the guy has several animal cruelty charges against him. But my question is, where in the wide world of sports do you find a guinea hen in the city, at the guinea hen store?