We got a delivery of 10 Cornish cross on Wednesday. We live in Northern Michigan and our little post office closes at 4. The chicks arrived at Detroit metro at 8 am. I knew they would never make it here by 4 and of course no service on Thanksgiving so I was concerned. Kudos to the post office. They called me from Detroit to get my actual house address and sent the little box with a driver in a van three hours north to deliver. (Here we only get mail and packages delivered to the post office. Nothing comes to the house.) So now we have noisy little guys making us all smile.
My Chicks (four so far) passed the night. When temps dropped early this morning, I heard them all cheeping loudly, which is chick for, "Turn up the heat in here, Ma!" I put a doubled bath towel under the brooder tote, Wrapped another two around the towels that were already on there, being careful to keep them away from the heat lamp. Added water to their Growgel and did the instruction again on how to eat. The largest chick picked it up last time. This time, they all dived in. They'll make it. I have another egg (or more, it sounds like) that if I put my ear to the incubator, I can hear peeping. I am officially addicted to raising Chicks. Fifteen minutes ago, I upgraded them to Chick Starter. Dumped a little pile in the hay under their light and they went nuts. I am already plotting and planning my next Hatch.
When my Wyandottes (I'm really into Heritage Breeds) got here two years ago last May, the Post Office (tiny town) phoned and let us know we had a box in from Ideal. We were there in less than twenty minutes. The Post Peeps got something very nice for Yule that year. Things like that should be rewarded and cheeped about to all who will listen. There is the bloated heartless .gov we all love to hate, and then these good folk.