At least a half dozen varieties of nuttiness has been going on around here. This week’s variety involves the chickens.
The first batch of broilers arrived four weeks ago. It dawned on me last week that the second batch will be arriving really soon, and that we didn’t have the chicken tractors ready for the first set to move into. Four days of frantic labor later, we had them ready to go and waiting to travel to the neighbor’s, where the broilers are actually being raised.
This morning, the hatchery’s automated phone message said that the next set of chicks were on their way.
We were late getting out of the house for church. A half-mile down the road, we passed the mailman driving like a bat out of … a barn… the opposite direction.
Huh. Mailman. Sunday. Driving like a maniac. You don’t suppose…
Mr. Caffeinated flipped a U-turn and we investigated. Sure enough, the mail truck was in our driveway. We asked if we had a package.
“Yep. On the front porch.”
Was it chirping?
“Chirping? Uh… no?”
What’s up with the Sunday delivery?
“Oh – that’s a brand new thing.”
(I thought the USPS needed to drop a day of deliveries for budget reasons, not add one, but whatever.) Upon investigation, the package revealed a book ordered from Amazon a day or two prior. I have never been so happy to see a book get delivered in my life.
Hearts still racing, we set off for church… late, but SO thankful that we weren’t dealing with 100 chicks without being quite ready for them. This evening, the tractors were moved into place, the broilers transferred, and the brooder readied for batch #2.
Whew. And… what’s next?