I got a call from express mail at the airport saying that the box had been misrouted through Seattle. So here it is at 4 pm and I guess Fed Ex hasn't figured out where Anchorage is. I wish the USPS had their own planes, but then we would be paying for postage in gold nuggets.
On the bright side of things, I got all the plucker fingers into the Whizbang and am ready to start fooling with the motor and pulleys. I better hurry up as I just opened the last bag of feed. I will see where they are weightwise when that runs out and see whether I sharpen my knives or make a run to the feed store.