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Here’s a tiny not exactly antidote to the story of yesterday’s chicks.

I took Farmkid a couple miles down the road to drop her off for her usual Thursday hang at her bestie’s house. (They do remote school there on a rotating schedule– half here, half there.)

While I was there I got a text. From BIL. “Can you get chicks from post office.” Confused, I wrote back, “Now???” “Whenever you come back,” he answered. How are there MORE chicks???

So I went, and had to knock since the PO isn’t open yet, and the lady opened the door and I said “I’m here for the–” “Oh! Ducks,” she said.

“Ducks,” I echoed. “No, I– ducks?”

“Come on,” she said, and brought me to where the box was sitting on a desk. She curled back a corner of the lid and a small fierce face with a distinct bill poked out, eager to meet me. Not the color of a chick. Not the bill of a chick. Much larger than a chick.

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“Well that’s not a chicken,” I said. [image description: a live animal perforated cardboard shipping box with the lid slightly folded back to show two small yellow birds peering out of it, with large broad pink bills and black eyes.]

I brought it back to the farm and BIL met me there, and I said, “Ducks??”

He laughed. “Geese! Christmas geese. An experiment this year.”

I remembered that it had been bandied about, but I hadn’t realized it was really happening.

Anyway: I am delighted to report that goslings are SO FUCKING CUTE you guys.

[image description: a small yellow and gray bird, very fuzzy, stands in a pile of wood shavings facing the camera. Its tiny webbed feet are visible and it is very round.]

I am fully prepared to get the shit terrorized out of me by these guys in a couple of months. (Your picture was not posted)