Post Office Call

Mom got a call from the Post Office at 7:30 a.m. Monday. She hears the clerk at the other end of the line announce, "Come get your chicks."

Yes, Chicks come in the mail when catalog ordered as my Mother does it. You can get chicks at your local feed store, but if you want a special selection as Mom did, you order them direct from the suppliers catalog. That means they are delivered like any other 'snail mail', to the post office. Until the purchaser, in this case, my Mother, picks them up, they make quite the peep-peep racket in the post office holding room.

This particular morning, however, Mom had a fasting blood draw to tend to first. She called on my brother to rescue the post office personnel from the noisy flock. Of course, the window was not open until 9 a.m., so, another delay. It was a comedy of 'could-have-been, would-have-been, should-have-beens'. Had my brother known that a 'hello' could have quickly brought a clerk to the closed window, he would have yelled. Being the gentleman he is, he decided to respectfully wait until the window opened. LOL He said they should have said to let them know when he arrived and he would have gladly taken the little peepers out of their earshot a lot sooner.

Aren't they just the cutest?

The orange ones are the Buff Orpingtons, the gray are the Wyandotes, and the brown ones are Partridge Rocks. There is one little black one with a white spot on his head. The chick company always throws in at least one exotic, and he is it. I'll be danged if I can remember what Mom thought he might be. They sure are cute...
It was such a foggy morning on my way to the farm this morning, I couldn't make out the edge of my lawn. Anyone who had smoke coming out of their chimneys for morning warmth, left an eerie picture. The smoke hung just above the treetops like there were little forest fires throughout the area. It gave me the creeps. All that panic that Moms or Mels places were ablaze just because of the low-lying fog. No fires, thank the Lord.

It made for a sleepy day. Even the chicks were napping. It gave me an excuse to lay low too today. I fell asleep in the early afternoon and was nearly late picking up Bill from work. To top it off, I got stuck between a state patrol car and a city cop on my way through town...I was being extra careful to watch my alertness.
Blue, the chick from Easter that someone dyed blue, then sold at an auction, ended up under Mom's care. He looks like I felt all day. Rather bewildered.
This is Bertha. She guards the hen house now and warns of weasels, fox, coyotes, wolves and other predators. She is a good ol' gal that rode all the way home from Texas on the floor of the truck between Mom's and my feet., without so much as a peep or a cluck. She is the farms mascot ever since 2005, the year the folks went to Texas with us. You will see her about the farm, keeping an eye on all the chicks. She Loves the warmth of the Sunshine so you will find her on the south side of the hen house or sitting under the windmill. In winter, she sits in the living room on the bench of the fireplace. She is very spoiled, indeed.

Hope you all loved the chicks and maybe a memory or two.

GodBlessYouAll