I paid extra to have the Chix overnighted (instead of being shipped 3-day) so I was disappointed when I called USPS twice trying to track the package (I mean the Chix), only to have them tell me that the package wasn't "guaranteed" to be delivered until another day.
I kept thinking they would be stuck in that box for another day and I was not happy so I put it out of my mind and planted 11 strawberry plants.
Before noon I got a call from the post office in Atlanta and the guy said, "Maaamm, your chickens done arrived."
At that point I began to act like a first time mother in labor who forgot to pack her bag for the hospital.
I was confused and anxious and then realized I hadn't set up the Chix new home because I was busy planting anything that I could get my hands on that wasn't already rooted in dirt.
There was no water or food out in the coop, and the containers were still covered in bright yellow pollen that had fallen weeks before plus the dirt from the rainstorm (tornado warning type) that passed through two nights ago.
I was frantically washing the containers and thinking of the poor Chix who had been in a box and who were still in the box. The poor Chix!
When I got to the post office we stood in line and waited to pick up our Chix.
They were chirping and bawking and making various birdie noises. I noticed that each one had a different voice and was communicating in their own unique way.
It reminded me of how all people have a different voice too and how we need to listen so we can learn from each other.
This Urban Farm thing is getting really fun and I am feeling the chicken wisdom already. 
