So yesterday I got our main-floor bathroom all set up for the 34 chicks that should have been arriving today by mail at the post office (Columbian and Barred Plymouth Rocks for those who are interested) – two big tubs lined with newspaper and woodchips, waterers filled, huge tub of woodchips on the countertop and a bag of chick starter feed at the ready – then they phoned and said I would have to wait until next week because they had a “poor hatch”. Then last night my Uni son phones home and says he is coming home out the blue this weekend – now I have to get all my chicken stuff out the bathroom before he moans about it.