The post office called about 10am this morning. “Please come quick! Your package is chirping.” So I called my assistant who happened to be home from pre-school today and asked if she wanted to go to the post office with me to pick up some baby chicks. And she did.
This is my chick her name is Peter, as in Peter Rabbit. I named her Peter because she is an Easter Egger and because her face will look like a rabbit when she gets bigger. And because I think all rabbits should be named Peter whether they are a boy or a girl.
My lovely assistant took each and every chick out of their shipping box and dipped their little beaks into the water for a wee drink. Then she dipped their beaks into the feed dish.
We have baby chicks. Wooo Hooo!