Guineas, that is.
Oh we tried, but it just wasn't meant to be.
12 eggs and only six pipped the shell. Of that six, one didn't quite make it out and we'd read all of the literature that said we shouldn't help the chick out.
That left five. Five keets that never once warmed up to us. Five keets that would squawk and scream if one of us dared to cough too loud. Five keets that shuddered in terror every time we'd turn on the light in the workshop where their brooder pen was located.
I'm the wife of a Fledgling Farmer(FF) and mom to Fledgling Farmer Boy(FFB) and Fledgling Farmer Girl(FFG).