Green Acres is the Place to Be

This morning at 7:30 a.m. I was driving into town in Dean's truck thinking, nothing says class like driving a 12-year-old pickup with a crate of chickens in the back. Pullets, I mean. Pullets are chickens that are out of the chick stage but less than a year old. Did you know that when you get pullets in the mail, the post office calls you at 7:15 a.m. to tell you to come get them?

So after I dropped MadMax off at school, I was headed to the post office to pick up the newest residents at our place, three Rhode Island Reds and three Buff Orpingtons.

It turns out that pullets are actually shipped in small-ish boxes-- two per box, and the three boxes were taped together-- so I could pick up the whole thing with little problem. It fit in the back of Dean's pickup with room to spare to put the lid down, so I didn't look any tackier than I usually do when driving the truck. 

And we now have six beautiful pullets.  They are surprisingly healthy looking, since they just spent two days in a box. 

So here they are, upon arrival:

They were thirsty! (sorry I didn't manage to get all six of them in one shot, but they're active little things.)  We'll see how it goes.  Wish us luck, and advice WELCOME.  We are complete neophytes.