I ran like an expectant parent to the post office, knowing that the little babies needed food , water and heat immediately
I got to our local post only to find a line a mile long for me to wait in(Tax Day). I anxiously stood at the end of the line.
A woman emerged from the back room with a small cardboard box.
"There is a lady named Jules, coming to pick up this box. They are chickens!"" I'm not sure if they are alive now, I don't here anything." The bewildered worker said this and began shaking my tiny box .
I absentmindedly screeched out"Those are my chicks". I then somewhat collected myself and took my place back in line.
The line parted with some murmuring about how strange this was. I signed for my babies and turned to leave. A man in the next line turned to me and said"Congratulations, Good Luck". I said thank you and something about how I hope my neighbors don't call the cops. I ran out the door clutching my day old hatch-lings.
I nervously drove the box home, buckled into the front seat. I started talking to them and they began to peep wildly(can you blame them?).
They are growing like sea monkeys and we are enthralled with their crazy antics.
Zelda is not so excited. They presently live in their brooder in the laundry room. As I descend the stairs I use my chicken voice(really I think its just my animal voice). They begin to peep and search for me. Zelda runs down the basement stairs in complete disbelief that I would use that voice for anyone but her.
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