A couple weeks ago we assembled the eglu. Becky and Arthor came by and sang a few chicken-related songs to celebrate the new domicile.
Last week the neighbors got together and learned about chickens and checked out the eglu. Keegan was able to fit entirely inside.
Today the girls arrived! I went to the post office to pick them up. They were the morning's big excitement for the postal workers.
The hens were coo/clucking quietly. They had a mild smell.
After I put them in the trunk, I saw an older gentleman trying to flag a cab. I waved at the cab too but the driver just waved back at me and passed on by. So I offered to give the man a lift to wherever he was going. Which was WBZ radio station. The place, not the airwave. He was a nice man and we chatted a little about our families - and orienteering, natch. His name is Lovell Dyett and he was the subject of
some recent controversy when WBZ axed his show but then brought it back but
at an inconvenient time. Apparently he was restored to a better time because he was late for his 10:00 show this morning.
Now, I must tell you that he was indeed a very nice and personable gentleman. And yet, if you think of what is to you the most memorable PG tax client story, it may be the one that comes most readily to my mind, and you will get an idea of an aspect of this gentleman that you would not pick up on over the radio. I think if it were a contest with PG on that score, I would have won.