Tuesday, March 01, 2022
Up early to catch up on news of the war. It’s stunning to learn that Putin is spouting nuclear threats to bully a world unsupportive of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Only a madman articulates weaponry escalation in this modern age that could destroy vast swaths of humanity.
Tonight, President Biden will make this year’s State of the Union speech to both chambers of Congress and an attentive worldwide audience. I am today off from work and will be watching.
Speaking of work, I’m adopting the last two infant chicks from the store’s last batch. These are from several hundred newborns packaged and shipped by a New Mexico hatchery. Such shipments to Central Oregon usually take one day, but this package became stalled in our worst-freezing recent weather because the Post Office suffered a transportation breakdown.
The package of newborns full of chicks without food and water became lost for three days. It arrived finally with many chicks dead and many others too weak to hang on.
Today, I’ll fetch the still-tiny survivors of that incredibly rough start to life. Not wanting any more chickens, I encouraged co-workers to adopt the pair. Nobody wanted them, although days in the store’s “hospital tank” helped each gain strength.
I was opposed to selling outright these still special-needs chicks. That left me as the last best hope for their continued survival.
Dear Friends: Give a little, take a little, aiming to achieve the best outcome. Diana
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So sorry for those poor little chicks! Thank you for taking care of the survivors
Aw, so CUTE ! ! ! Long ago my teenage daughter appeared to want to be the Mother Teresa of the cat world (until she started paying her own vet bills). Could it be that you are lobbying for the title of Mother Teresa of the poultry world?
Working with chicks is like working with the Humane Society and wanting to take home every unwanted animal.