I dropped the ball today big time. Hate that. Gave a contact a wrong phone number and then expected them to reach me... about some ducks.
I had everything together. I was prepared. There was a large care package to send off. I had all my paperwork, two folders full of it! I had ripped some old boards off the collapsing shed last night and loaded up to take to town. The large wire dog crate was in, perfect for duck transport. We had collected a load of twine and empty feed bags for the dump. I had remembered my list, and even my husband! Everything was in order.
Once we were on the road, and I'd finished applying a dab of eye liner and lipstick, I did notice having neglected to write down the duck farmer's phone number. But that was no problem since I could easily be reached on my own phone. Right?
The duck farmer visited a dentist, then tried to reach me at the cell number I had given. Speaking instead to a random mystified person who did not want ducks, and wondered if it was all a joke. The innocent farmer, victim of being given a wrong phone number, then tried to reach me at home, but, nobody was here due to calving chores.
Of course, I was busy running to and fro purchasing some grass. Checking with banks and title companies and lawyer and accountant. Then picking up supplies and groceries. My phone showed no message and no call! I kept a sharp eye out in case the duck farmer showed up in any of the locations we visited... no such luck. My husband was in a terrible toot to get home, (as he should be) because his cows are calving like crazy.
And all this time, my poor ducks rode around in a poultry farmer's trunk, going totally quackers.
All I can do now, is apologize! Hopefully, my ducks will not mind too much, being collected for another trip to town. And hopefully the duck farmer will forgive me for having everything together today. Almost.
I had everything together. I was prepared. There was a large care package to send off. I had all my paperwork, two folders full of it! I had ripped some old boards off the collapsing shed last night and loaded up to take to town. The large wire dog crate was in, perfect for duck transport. We had collected a load of twine and empty feed bags for the dump. I had remembered my list, and even my husband! Everything was in order.
Once we were on the road, and I'd finished applying a dab of eye liner and lipstick, I did notice having neglected to write down the duck farmer's phone number. But that was no problem since I could easily be reached on my own phone. Right?
The duck farmer visited a dentist, then tried to reach me at the cell number I had given. Speaking instead to a random mystified person who did not want ducks, and wondered if it was all a joke. The innocent farmer, victim of being given a wrong phone number, then tried to reach me at home, but, nobody was here due to calving chores.
Of course, I was busy running to and fro purchasing some grass. Checking with banks and title companies and lawyer and accountant. Then picking up supplies and groceries. My phone showed no message and no call! I kept a sharp eye out in case the duck farmer showed up in any of the locations we visited... no such luck. My husband was in a terrible toot to get home, (as he should be) because his cows are calving like crazy.
And all this time, my poor ducks rode around in a poultry farmer's trunk, going totally quackers.
All I can do now, is apologize! Hopefully, my ducks will not mind too much, being collected for another trip to town. And hopefully the duck farmer will forgive me for having everything together today. Almost.