... was written on the cardboard box. The woman at the post office handed it to me, and I could hear a soft clucking. What was inside?
A Wheaten Ameraucana cockerel, a Blue Wheaten Ameraucana pullet, and a future of blue eggs and fuzzy-muff babies. Because, as Aaron said to me this evening, "If I can't grow a beard, I want my chickens to."