Hope everyone is having a good Monday.
Hi AL!!!
Miserable hot and sticky today, again, sigh, so we gave up work on the coop around noon and decided to head to town for the stuff we forget to get on the last trip

and more of what we didn't buy enough of, like caulk and lumber. Stopped at our post office to let them know there are chicks coming and make sure they have our phone#. Love that little P.O. It's like stepping back in time. White Clapboard siding two story building about the size of a small store (the postmaster lives in the upstairs), small front customer area with 100 yr old wood floors and antique brass front p.o. boxes for those who live too far off the route or just never wanted to bother putting up a mailbox. The small cage window allows you to peek into the entire "business" end which I bet still looks pretty much like it did during the heyday of the logging boom when the town had a bustling train station just across the street. A little strip of park now sits on the spot where the small depot, loading platform and tracks once commanded the center of attention. The only visible nods to the modern world in our little post office is the small, not so new, computer next to the cage window used mostly for printing out labels and looking up shipping fees and outside, the wooden handicap ramp that new regulations required. The construction of which, by the way, took a mean bit of engineering skill to accomplish. Because of the very close proximity of the front (and only) door to the road, the ramp wraps around two sides of the small building. The postmaster knows everyone by name, even the "snowbirds" (the retired folks with the funds to fly south to Florida every winter). She even remembered my horrors of last year's two shipments of DOA chicks. Another apology (none of which was her fault in any way) and asked how my two survivors have fared. She told me my neighbor has chicks coming in as well and promised to call the minute the babies were in her hands. Sometimes it's just nice to live here.