Happy Birthday in advanceWell the backstory is that I once got up to 142 and my wife remembers it very well. But my 60th birthday is next Thursday and I can't think of a better present than getting baby chicks in the springtime. My wife really dreads this time of the year.
{Emphasis mine}I think that everything may have slowed down due to something I heard of last year. It was something about switching mechanical mail sorting machines with people? As far a priorities, I understand with meds, but things like Amazon orders of useless things that people are pushing to have within a couple of days shouldn't be above any living creature. The baby chicks who needs to be shipped within 48 hours or less should be priority over something useless to survival such as something that can handle being in the mail a couple of days longer.
The same thing happened with my order that came on Friday and I had one that got delays so it will arrive Monday instead of Friday. Usually they call almost immediayely but we've gotten quite a few new people this year. Actually had to argue (tried not to at first, but they kept it up) that just because I picked up a single batch of chicks that didn't mean that I wasn't waiting on more. Plus they kept insisting that my batch on Friday couldn't possibly be my batch because it was up front and not in my address slot. Finally they decided to "humor" me and look at the address.
My brother was a rural mail carrier until he recently retired. We were talking about getting bad service from some people in general, not just the post office. He said the Post Office is like every other company that has a lot of employees. Some are better than others. Most employees try to follow procedures but there are a few that just don't care, whether that is live animals or packages marked fragile. They are supposed to have ways to deal with those people but that depends on the local manager, the postmaster. He expressed some frustration with his postmaster in that regard.
That's a shame. I'm sure you hit on it. The extra day in the mail without food and water is very hard on them. While they can survive a couple days without sustenance, research shows that the sooner after hatch that chicks eat, the more vigorous they will be from that point forward.
If you are asking what the hatcheries actually do, they reschedule the orders over the next few weeks or months, depending on which chicks they expect to have available when. It would be like when a blizzard closes the dentist office for a given day--they reschedule one patient into an opening tomorrow, three more next week, a few the week after that, and so forth.
Were they peeping? Making any noise at all? If not, it’s possible they thought they were already dead, and were maybe reluctant to call you just to give you a box of dead animals? In a way, you can’t blame them.
, to speak with the postmaster. I’d let them see the little life that was nearly extinguished by the careless handling of their workers. Unfortunately, there’s no question about whether someone gives a ___ about animals when applying to work in the postal system. Sadly, there’s probably more than a few that are annoyed by the noisy chicks they have coming thru their facilities.They set extras for each hatch date. They have to in order to account for those that don’t develop, the ones that don't hatch on time, the ones that don’t survive the hatch, those that are obviously deformed, and of course, to replace the ones lost in shipment. It also gives them extras to add to small orders & to raise for sale as pullets.
The cold temps probably didn’t help things, but many others got their chicks without many losses, so it surely not the whole reason. They could’ve been handled roughly by any worker or workers along the journey, The crate the box was in could have fallen off of a conveyor in transit... or the truck taking mail from the airport to the sorting or transfer facility could’ve broken down. Or there could’ve been a delay unloading the cargo from the plane or from the trailer.
