The new peeps were born last Wednesday and scheduled to arrive on Thursday, Friday the latest, through the mail. We did order from a new vendor, one we hadn’t ordered from in the past. We chose them this time because they allowed us
to buy 20 at a time instead of 25. They were cheap; like, half the price of the other vendors. It was also closer; they would ship from Pennsylvania, not Iowa or Texas. This had to be easier on peeps-in-transit, we reasoned.
So, as we’ve done at least a half a dozen times before, we placed our order, confident that they would arrive as scheduled. So confident, that when they did not come on Thursday, my husband went to the post office on Friday morning to get the package.
When they said they didn’t have a package for us, he listened carefully for the tell-tale “peep peep peep”, but heard nothing.
This was not good. Little peeps theoretically can live for up to 72 hours (key words here are “up to”), but they certainly also might not.
On Saturday, at 6:39am, the call came. The chicks had arrived! The news was promising: the package was “peeping”. I went to pick it up, dreading what we might find when we opened it. Both kids and I held our breath…
Well, the good news was this: all 21 chicks were living and peeping. All took a drink when coaxed. All found the food.
The bad news is this: with in 2 days, we had 6 dead bodies. We’d never lost more than 1 0r 2 chicks right away like that. It was kind of awful. Every time one of us went out to check on them, there would be another little casualty. 😦
There are 15 chicks left, and all seem to be doing well. Hopefully the worst is past.
Needless to say, we will likely not be ordering from them again.