We ordered the bare minimum
number of pitchers from the factory in Massachusetts, but that still
turns out to be an
awfully big order.
We estimate those seven pallets will keep our chicken waterer business going for two or
three years.
Of course, getting the
pallets off the tractor trailer was just the first part of the delivery
expedition. Bradley brought his wife, trailer, and stepson, and
the stepson brought his truck, so we were able to ferry the pallets of
pitchers back to our parking area from the main road. The only
tricky part was keeping Lucy out of harm's way --- it's a good thing
Mark wears a belt, since that turned into an emergency leash.
Next step was moving the
boxes into our barn. Bradley's barn
floor and Mark's
hard work organizing
made it possible to drive the golf cart through the
doors, which sped things up considerably. Add in the front and rear
carrying boxes on
the golf cart, the heavy
hauler pulled
behind, and the passenger seat area, and I could haul about fifty boxes per trip.
(We don't usually use
the heavy hauler because it tends to bog down in the mud, but it's dry
enough, and the pitchers are light enough, that the trailer made a good
addition to this project.)
Despite these time
savings, though, we only got about a third of the chicken waterer parts
under roof before we called it quits yesterday. Let's hope the
other four pallets make it in before the 50% chance of rain for today
saturates the floodplain.