So this time, when Brigitte went broody we called the hatchery and ordered up a bundle of chicks that are guaranteed to all be girls. Because chez tarabu does not want to be a home for cockfighting.
So here they are:
arriving from the post office:
being freed from the shipping carton:and trying to swim (yeah, they're supposed to be drinking that water):
Unfortunately, Brigitte rejected them, two died the first night and they are now living in my kitchen.