Oh yes, I want to know what the eggs are when they get here... I just don't want to know until I open up the box. Today my postman came by when we weren't home and delivered a box that was clearly marked "HATCHING EGGS" "FRAGILE" and he put them not at my door but on the back of the pickup on the ledge of the bed part. 
Thank goodness my husband showed up before the wind blew the box off. I'm not too happy with my mail guy anyways. When I get a package he pulls up and lays on his horn until someone comes out and the times I have been home to go get them from him he is not very friendly. Ugh! He could have walked the extra 20 feet to lay it on my deck. Anyways, I will quit complaining.
I picked up some free pallats at my local lumber store today. I am going to test out my carpentry skills this weekend and try to make a pallet coop or at least an exercise pen for my babies.
Bring on the eggies! Don't tell me what you are sending - I like suprises!
