The U.S. Postal provider will mail you infant birds in a cardboard field. Yes, live birds.

“Good early morning, this is basically the postoffice, simply calling to allow you realize your child chicks are right here for get.” The girl whom left this message in early stages a Tuesday early morning features a voice that is sing-song like some body calling to express you’ve won a reward. Or, in cases like this, which they can’t wait to provide you by having an opaque cardboard field, peppered with air holes, that’s making a cacophonous peeping sound. Continue reading