They Are Here!

The Folk Festival was a bust.  I may have broken even, I hope, though I haven’t calculated it out yet.  There was lots of handling and sniffing, a few comments like; “you know you can buy soap at Walmart for $.50,” or “we collect all the little samples at hotels when we travel and that is what we use.”  I want to retort sharply, but I smile and let it pass.  Thrice we were threatened by thunder storms, as I wondered how I was to protect trays of soap in driving rain and wondering if the borrowed canopy was really waterproof, and no it wasn’t anchored as we were set up in a parking lot and I didn’t bring weights, just cord and stakes.  Fortunately it didn’t rain.

As Mountaingdad and Grandson #1 were on their way to see the festival, buy me lunch and give me a bathroom break, they got a flat tire.  The Nissan has one locking lug on each wheel and the tool, which we used last winter when we had a flat, was missing.  Did AAA take it by accident, or the Nissan dealer when they repaired the tire?  This proved a challenge for AAA, but they finally got the guys back on the road to get their own lunch and just go home.  The tool was on the service desk at the Nissan dealer with hubby’s name on it and had been since last winter.  The car has been serviced twice since then.  Why wasn’t it returned then, or why weren’t we called as they knew to whom it belonged.

This morning, the awaited morning call from the USPS came as I was doing chores and heating water for my morning coffee.  Chores were delayed, coffee water turned off, car keys and wallet located and off I went to our little rural post office.



I could hear them as soon as I opened the post office door.


Twenty fuzzy little yellow chicks, two days old at most, ready for release, water, food and warmth.


They have peeped loudly since I picked them up, but have found the warming table and settled.  This is the first time that I have ordered chicks and there hasn’t been an extra one in the box and one dead one too, giving me the right number in the end.  Fortunately, there are 20 healthy pullets, I hope as that was what was ordered.


Meet Chipmunk,, one oddly marked little pullet that is not all yellow.  We won’t get attached to these littles, as their short 11 week life will be spent partially in the garage and then moved to the cull coop to be sent to freezer camp on November 14 for some winter meat.  These are the littles that we had to purchase when the production by our hens met with failure and predators.  There are only 5 of them, one who will be next year’s rooster, a couple that I think are pullets and will replace a couple of the older hens and any other cockerels will also go to freezer camp.  We will hopefully have 25 birds in the freezer and will try again next year on letting the hens raise our meat birds and replacement hens.

One thought on “They Are Here!”

  1. Sorry to hear the festival was a bust – been there, done that when trying to promote my novels at some. Very discouraging! But the chicks are so cute! Know you are happy they arrived safely. Blessings!

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