ChikaInu
Songster
Wow. The not-open policy sounds awful! I can't believe that, what a terrible fate for the poor chicks even though you had one make it through.I'm so sorry you're going through this. I understand, first hand, how scary and frustrating it is. While my "Disappearing Chicks" story had a tragic beginning, it had a pretty cool ending.
I pre-ordered six chicks from a reputable hatchery. They should have showed up days before Hurricane Irma arrived .. but they didn't. They got caught in the storm prep and didn't get all the way through. After numerous calls, hoop jumping and string-pulling, my chicks were located just two hours away ... at a hub facility that had a three day unloading back-up, temps hovering around (mostly above) 100 degrees F and no provisions for patron pickups.
My local post office staff was wonderful! They called the hub every day for three days. They called me when my babies were on the next incoming truck and again when the truck arrived. It was before opening, but they told me to come right away. I was there in minutes.
I was totally prepared for six dead chicks, but was ready for triage, just in case. I had paper towels, electrolytes, a syringe and a small carrier. The box smelled like "No Hope" and indeed there were long-dead chicks in there. Apparently, Post Office staff are not allowed to open mail, even if it's live (or dying) animals. It was awful and did not bode well for any survivors.
Surprisingly, there were three. One never made it to the house and another hung on for almost a week, but one plucky little blue splash Silkie (one of the order's "filler chicks" of course) managed to beat the odds. She was officially dubbed "Irma" and fought her way through every setback. I lost count of how many times we almost lost her, but she rallied every time, becoming a spoiled rotten House Chick who knew the word "treat," ran from the word "meds" and came to attention when her name was called. She also became a "Herman" ... {{ ... sigh ... }}.
By the time Herman was well enough and big enough to go outside with the rest of the flock, it was dead-winter. The older birds would not accept this furry little stranger and Herman spent his nights outside. With a dangerously wet, icy month forecast, there was no other choice than to bring him back inside.
... and so began the saga of Herman the House Rooster.
https://www.backyardchickens.com/articles/is-there-a-rooster-in-the-house.74089/
Over here any other animal than inverts have to be sent by a special animal courier, and that prevents horrible things like that to happen.