I was at my desk at work yesterday morning and my cell phone rings with a number I don't recognize. I pick up and it's a guy from the post office calling about a shipment of chickens.
Hmmmm they are not supossed to be here till next week and the hatchery did not email me to let me know they were on the way. I'm a liuttle concerned since we just had a storm come through the northeast and who knwos how long those chicks were in the mail, plus my wife had texted me warlier that the power had gone out! Luckily I had the brooder and supplies almost ready, just not set up. I told the postmanI would be right down. I race out the door and call my wife to ask if the power was back on (thankfully it was) and told her what to set up in the brooder.
I get the post office and they don't open til 930. I bang on the door and the lady at the counter looks up then goes back to her business. I bang again and yell taht I just got a call to pick up a package. She comes around to the side door and I tell her I'm here for my chicks. She closes the door and goes back to get them. All of a sudden, I hear some LOUD peeping, she opens the dutch door and there's the loud box. What a relief, they sound strong. I pop open the box and all ten of them are bouncing and peeping and raising a ruckus.
I get them, home and into the brooder and they are doing very well. Eating, drinking, pooping, running, pecking, and sleeping.
I can't seem to get a decent photo, but we have three barred rocks, two black Austrolorpes, two Buff Orpingtons, two Easter Eggers (one looks just like a chipmunk and is now named Miss. Chitters), and a sweet little Cochin.
We'll be keeping one of each with the others going to a friend who is adding to her flock (but I can already see the chicken math starting).
Thanks BYC for all the info and the enabling.