It's not starting out as a good day on the farm. I'm trying hard to get things going in the direction they need to go. See a bill that needs to be mailed before the letter carrier comes and want to check on my youngest chicks in one of the coops at the same time. Their coop faces our driveway and mailbox. We live on an isolated 80 acre farm. Why shouldn't I be able to check on the chicks and put the bill in the mail wearing nothing but a t-shirt and *undergarments*? Get out to the coop, with my hindend facing the mailbox and have my ears so full of rooster crowing that I don't hear the letter carrier drive up. I froze, no place to hide. Was it our regular mail carrier who is in her late 50s (maybe) and wouldn't be a bit taken back, knowing me? Of course not! It was her 20-something male substitute!