Chicks are Here

The post office called at a little after six this morning.

“Chicks are here.”

Connor was awake already, so he and I threw on jeans and headed into town. I had been telling myself for days not to get too excited. There was a good chance that we would have a box full of dead or overheated birds. As we walked through the post office doors, all those admonitions and cautions fell away. I really wanted live, healthy birds.

I’m happy to say we received a perfect delivery. It’s a little too early to tell if everyone’s healthy, but the chicks were all alive and alert, ready to drink water and peck around in the brooder. Thanks are due to Welp Hatchery and the US Postal Service for this success.

By the time we were ready to unbox, the whole house was awake and celebrating.