My mail lady did a drive by drop off!!!!!

[cwc362]

What a great chickie!! It's alright spoil her!! Great pics by the Way!! Hope you are doing okay-- Everything good here but I am so ready for SPRING!!

Wayne

 

[baldie]

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Yes, everything is good here. I love the snow. I think my chickie is the best chickie in the world. She is with me a lot of the day, and sleeps on me every night for a while when the boys go to bed. I hope you all had a good holiday!!
Chrissie

 

[pbjmaker]

Was your son sharing cheetos with Wendy?

 

[PoultryPedia]

When I saw the pic, I couldn't help but exclaim out loud, "Aww, she's CUTE!!" So curly, soft and sweet looking. I am so glad for you and your son.

 

[onthespot]

not to make light of your situation, loss and all that has been posted in this thread, but I got this in an email today, and just thought I would post it here, to balance out the karma of this thread.


There was a man who worked for the Post Office whose job was to
process all the mail that had illegible addresses. One day, a letter
came addressed in a shaky handwriting to God with no actual address.
He thought he should open it to see what it was about. The letter
read: Dear God, I am an 83 year old widow, living on a very small
pension. Yesterday someone stole my purse. It had $100 in it, which
was all the money I had until my next pension payment. Next Sunday is
Christmas, and I had invited two of my friends over for dinner.
Without that money, I have nothing to buy food with, have no family to
turn to, and you are my only hope. Can you please help me? Sincerely,
Edna The postal worker was touched. He showed the letter to all the
other workers. Each one dug into his or her wallet and came up with a
few dollars. By the time he made the rounds, he had collected $96,
which they put into an envelope and sent to the woman. The rest of the
day, all the workers felt a warm glow thinking of Edna and the dinner
she would be able to share with her friends. Christmas came and went.
A few days later, another letter came from the same old lady to God.
All the workers gathered around while the letter was opened. It read:
Dear God, How can I ever thank you enough for what you did for me?
Because of your gift of love, I was able to fix a glorious dinner for
my friends. We had a very nice day and I told my friends of your
wonderful gift. By the way, there was $4 missing. I think it was
those (dum-dums) at the Post Office. Edna

 

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