There are chickens coming next week. I don't know how many. I don't know what colour. I think they are just girls. Boys sing too much.
They are going to live in the orchard. Next to the quails house. The quails are still away. I don't think they are coming back.
More quails are arriving soon. They won't be here before the chickens. They must be catching a later train.
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