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Thanks for the good wishes, mrandmrschicken, I need all of the help I can get
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I'm sorry to hear about the chilled chicks
. There has to be a horrible sinking feeling when you realize that the shipping container is entirely too quiet. Glad to hear that so many survived because of your quick thinking.
I'm happy to say that there are many wonderful, dedicated postal employees in my neck of the woods...and then there's the one who delivers to my house
. She likes to do the "drive-by delivery attempt" i.e. doesn't like getting out of the vehicle to deliver anything, and only occasionally leaves notices that there are packages waiting at the post office. These days I get tracking numbers whenever possible and keep watch like an ocd falcon. So when I lost my sanity completely last December and ordered a trio of geese (Holderreads were phasing out their American Buff Goose line and I forgot that any other breeder on the face of the earth might have just a
few left), I knew exactly when they hit the county line (11:25 p.m.). I didn't sleep that night because I just knew that I was going to get a 6 a.m. wakeup call.....no call. Chewed nails, paced floors, herded children like a demented collie. The tracking number said they were still at the last sorting area. Finally, at half-past noon, I get a call. Yayy! When I get there, I was told that the birds had hit the post office at 2:30 a.m. but were "noisy" so night shift put them in an out-of-the-way room and then didn't tell day-shift they were there! Day-shift found them by accident nearly 10 hours later
. Yeah, I think the prize pooch probably would have had better treatment <sigh>.
LOL, speaking of postal employees, one just honked for my attention (she's not my regular, she doesn't yet know she's supposed to ignore me) -- hatching eggs! Trout & Gray runner ducks; they should keep me occupied until the Buckeyes grace my doorstep. (and my inner child is saying, the heck with patience, I want my chickens
now!)
Stephanie