Anyone else lock themselves in their coop or run today?

Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by tunaoftheland, Mar 14, 2009.

  1. tunaoftheland

    tunaoftheland Songster

    Jun 3, 2008
    I went out to check for eggs, as I do every morning, and pulled the door to the run shut behind me. I didn't pull it tight to latch it, I normally don't do that unless I'm going to be in there for a while. But it was windy, so the silly thing blew open and out went Ethel, Henrietta and Olive Oil. After I got everyone safely back inside, I decided to be safe and latched the door. The latch, like many other peoples, is on the outside with a little hole drilled above it and a string going through the hole to pull on and open it when I'm inside.

    I gathered the eggs, but had forgotten a basket, so just balanced them in my hands. I couldn't get the string to pull so I rearranged the eggs, and gave it an annoyed tug. Oops. Off it came in my hand. "Haha, now what?" I thought. My neighbors went by out in the street, but I had not yet realized the full gravity of the situation, and didn't want the embarrassment of calling them over to let me out. Remind me, next time, that I'm an idiot. I figured my mother would look out and see me and come and open the door and all would be well. Guess what? She didn't.

    I stood in the corner of the run best seen from the house and held up the string, so that she could see it had come off and come to my rescue. After awhile my arm got tired, so I switched hands, and cradled the eggs in the one that had been holding up the string. I didn't want to put them back because I didn't want her to look out right when I wasn't standing there and think every thing was fine. A while after that, I thought that perhaps even though it was only thirty degrees and all the windows were shut, if I called loud enough she might hear me. Guess what? She didn't.

    Some time after that, when I had switched arms again, a lady who lives down the road from us walked by. I called to her, but our driveway is long, and while she heard me, I think she just thought I was waving hello. "It's okay," I thought, "Don't panic. Your mother is bound to look out a window and see you soon." My hands were frozen by now, so I put the eggs carefully in my pockets, pulled my jacket sleeves over my hands and held both my arms up against the hardware cloth we stupidly used to keep the run secure. If it had only been chicken wire, I might have been able to rip through it. I was trying to achieve, with my hands up like they were, the perfect look of 'Help I'm Trapped Come Save Me'

    I started calling to the neighbors as well as my mother. Though if she couldn't hear me, it was hardly likely that they could. I was beginning to get desperate. Just as I was wondering how long I would have to be out there before the raw eggs in my pockets started to sound like food, the mail man drove up. I'm afraid I rather ruined this one myself. I was practically screaming to the man "MISTER MAIL MAN! MISTER MAIL MAN!! I'M LOCKED IN MY CHICKEN COOP! HELP ME MISTER MAIL MAN!!!" I don't think it's possible that he didn't hear me. I think he must have kept driving because he didn't want to get too close to the psycho climbing the fence of her chicken run.

    Once he was gone, I slumped against the fence in defeat. I admit, I came close to tears at that point. As Buttercup came over and started pecking my leg, I wondered how long I would have to be in there before the chickens got hungry enough to eat me. And then I thought, it might be more likely that I would first get hungry enough to eat them. One of my cats had been sitting outside the door to the run this whole time, periodically meowing at me. She was probably wondering what in the world her human was doing yelling like a banshee, but I appreciated the companionship, a link to the outside world as it were. However, no matter how many times I told her, "Midnight, go get help! Go get help, Midnight!" she did not leave. This is, perhaps, why people have dogs.

    Finally, finally, after an eternity that was probably in fact only about two hours, my mother opened an upstairs window and called, "why are you standing like that?" I called back, hope and despair in my voice, "I'm locked in!!!" She had the audacity to chuckle, so I called "Don't laugh! Let me out!!!!" She came down, tried valiantly though vainly not to giggle, and rescued me.

    So, how was your morning? I know I'm not the first person to lock themselves in either their run or coop, and I'm sure I won't be the last. Now that I've defrosted and had some hot tea to drink, I'm going to search for things to use for a pull other than string. I think I've learned my lesson [​IMG]
  2. Dar

    Dar Crowing

    Jul 31, 2008
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    I am laughing so hard I have tears running down my face and my DD just asked me who's' chicken died
  3. banter

    banter Songster

    Mar 3, 2008
    Raymond Maine
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    The chickens planned it-they wanted to get to know you better!
  4. tunaoftheland

    tunaoftheland Songster

    Jun 3, 2008
    They probably did plan it, quietly tugging on the string when I wasn't looking to loosen it, then waiting for a day when I would have to latch the door. Though they might have regretted it had I actually gotten hungry enough to eat them!
  5. English Chick

    English Chick English Mum

    Jun 27, 2008
    Cheshire UK
    Oh my dear......[​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG]

    sorry sorry can't type for laughing.....................

    send that one in to a magazine....!! ROFL sorry sorry ...................[​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG] [​IMG]
  6. Renee

    Renee Songster

    May 7, 2008
    Beautifully written. I hope something else equally horrible happens to you soon, so that we can read your hilarious retelling of it. [​IMG]
    Last edited: Mar 14, 2009
  7. GracefulBantams

    GracefulBantams Hatching and Showing

    Oct 10, 2007
    Anyone else lock themselves in their coop or run today?

    Not today, but I have before! [​IMG]
  8. Chirpy

    Chirpy Balderdash

    May 24, 2007
    What an awful way to spend two hours in the freezing cold!

    We made our chicken house with a people entrance so we go inside to collect eggs. My 7 year old daughter got stuck inside the chicken house for a good 1/2 hour once. I felt so awful for not even noticing that she wasn't in the house. It was also freezing outside but she was pretty warm inside the chicken house. She had opened the window and was yelling for us but we couldn't hear her inside our house. I finally realized I hadn't seen her for a while so I went out to find her and then heard her yelling. She doesn't seem to be traumatized by the event... she loves her chickens so they gave her comfort while she was out there.
  9. Dar

    Dar Crowing

    Jul 31, 2008
    Quote:yes thats one for the readers digest short stories for sure
  10. FrenchHen

    FrenchHen Chicken Ambassador

    Jan 26, 2009
    Bagshot Row
    my cheeks hurt....MisterMailMan!!!!....ow ow ow.....I haven't ever cried at something I've read here, but dang. There's always a first!
    Oh thanks.

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