If you've been reading my posts, you'll remember the disaster we experienced ordering the 15 assorted Muscovy ducklings from the hatchery in Oklahoma.
When the shipping box was opened, there were 10 dead ducklings, and then four more died in the next couple of days leaving one duckling (The Lone Ranger), who is happily growing with his five gosling companions in their brooder.
The Oklahoma breeder told us he didn't want to chance sending another box of replacements because ours wasn't the first problem he'd had shipping to Minnesota. He said he'd issue us a full refund instead. It had been his experience there was some kind of a bottle neck along the way (perhaps in Minneapolis?) where the shipments were held over too long.
Disappointed in not getting the Muscovy ducklings which were to (hopefully) be the nucleus of our breeding stock, we waited to receive the refund.
Then last week, the hatchery owner called and said he had been thinking about us and feeling badly about what had happened. He said he would send us another shipment offering to pay for the 3-day shipping (again), and suggested we add to that and make it a 2-day express shipment, if that would be agreeable to us. Papa Pea and I talked it over and decided to cross our fingers and go with it.
The hatchery man did some checking with the postal service on his end, and we did the same from our end. He found the best possible time to get the ducklings to the post office for the beginning of their journey was late this past Monday night, and our very helpful post office staff (thank you, thank you!) contacted people in our state. Everyone really bent over backwards for us in this endeavor.
The good news? The very good news? We picked up 15 energetic, healthy-looking ducklings early this morning at our local post office. (Such a difference than the last unfortunate shipment.) The little yellow guy on the left of the picture above had just hooked his right foot on the top of the shipping box and darned near launched himself over the side and onto the concrete floor of the garage!
They scooted around the brooder like busy little bees checking out their new home.
After finding their water and food, it was nap time under the heat lamp.
One big hurdle overcome . . . getting them here. Now we'll do all we can to make sure they stay happy and healthy . . . and out of harm's way!