I love the Postal Service.
Even when they're Blackhearts.
For a very small price they'll carry just about anything from here to there.
Or, as was the case yesterday, from there to here.
And I do mean anything.
I received a chicken ranch in the mail yesterday.
No kidding.
Hens, chicks, and henhouses.
Geese, goslings, and a pond.
A farm wagon.
And an extra man.
(I don't really need an extra man, but I'll let him do all the grunt work and keep Prince Charming to myself.)
One of my amazing Seesters has been reading my woeful posts about not being able to keep chickens under my current circumstances.
And since she's got the 'wherewithal' (what a great word that is)...she just up and bought me a chicken ranch and had the blessed USPS bring it right to my door.
It was waiting for me when I got home.
Here's how it was packaged:
I don't know how she fit it all into a two-liter bottle, but like I said, she's amazing.
Now, I know it looks like there is nothing but a bunch of the world's best tea in there.
But, see, she knows how much I love this tea.
And she also knows I'd have to go to the health food store to get it.
And we all know that's never going to happen.
So, she protected my chicken ranch by padding the package with tea bags.
I come from good stock, I tell you.
And now I have some stock of my own.
And an extra man to take care of it.
Life is good, with seesters in the world.