a kanga in the bush is worth how many hours of sleep?

If I were a Kanga…
So, my prized Guinea Foul, purchased yesterday for thanksgiving (america)…they’ve gone missing. We clipped the wings yesterday to be sure they wouldn’t “fly away”, but they fled immediately, one to the back of my house, the other underneath the guard shack by the second gate. Apparently the little monsters are delicious and benny the dog is afraid of them. I think they’re too big for the cats and a hawk would have trouble carrying it off. Not quite as big as a turkey, but larger than a chicken, they have speckled feathers, grey, and they move gracefully, like a big grey box sliding through the air. The weird thing is that they’ve got this horn on the top of their head and their morning wake up call is an ethereal, bone chilling fusion of a chicken clucking and the screech of a pig about to lose its life
Screeeeeeeeeeeeeech
Cluckcluckcluckcluck
Both, at the same time.

Yes, I’ve lost the Kanga twins, but I will gain the resentment of my colleagues when, tomorrow morning (say 5am?), they emerge from their hideout and sing for their breakfast…