Apparently you can’t die of embarrassment..

[5Australorpasaures]

Why is we’re dressed like that when stuff like that happens?!

It's right there in the Murphy's Law Handbook!

 

[ShrekDawg]

Right? I should mention no one else was home at the time and my phone was inside, so I had to do the walk of shame to the neighbors to use their phone to call hubby.
They still don’t think I’m right in th head…

Here they’d probably send you guys to the loony bin

 

[5Australorpasaures]

Aren’t they always?!

It's a practiced art. Like the on and off switch behind the right ear.

 

[SourRoses]

A few weeks ago we received an urgent text from neighbors that a coyote was right outside our yard. We didn't see the msg until later because we were outside working. Which left me wondering just how sneaky these things are that I could be working in the area and not see it.
A huge pack of them obviously moved into the area by the sound of the nightly chorus.

So my mom thought it would be interesting to watch a quasi horror movie about coyotes... Don't remember the name but they portrayed the critters to be the size of wolves and ludicrously aggressive.
So I'm out every evening doing chicken chores on winters darkness schedule, hearing the yips roaming from one side of the far woods to the other (there is a big farm with livestock dogs barking in between)...

Last week I was in my pj's (boring pink ones) bending to rinse water buckets, and I hear a crunch behind me.
Jump up with a squeal and aim my flashlight that way, darting it all around and I hear a yelp.
The canine shape revealed itself to be the coon hound owned by my nice neighbor and the yelp was from her as she was blinded by the flashlight.
I had to walk over to her in my pink pj's sans bra to receive the misdelivered parcel she thoughtfully carried on her dog walk.
So anyway... I was forced to admit that I was ahem scared of coyotes.
I mean really... They're just big foxes, right?

But back to your wardrobe, I don't see the problem. At least you were covered with layers. In fact, it reads like the chicken keepers standard uniform.

 

[RoyalChick]

For those that need a laugh at someone else’s expense, read on.
My area is mostly farm country, with deep wooded areas. There’s been coyote sightings, and I’ve personally seen at least three. Needless to say I’ve been on high alert. Some neighbors of mine seen or heard coyotes in her backyard and called the police. The police in turn called animal control. (I guess in case it was just dogs, idk) While this was going on my hens starting making a ruckus. It’s about 7:30 pm, dark and cold, the chickens are up for the night. I heard my roosters crowing and what sounded like hurt/scared chickens. I grabbed my coat, and shoes and ran down to the coop. Long story short, the police, and animal control come by and there I am in.. pink Garfield pj bottoms, a Stranger Things tshirt, a polka dotted robe, a 15 year old parka, the fur lining on the hood it ripped and flapping in the wind. And to top it off I’m wearing my husbands work boots, with a serving fork in one hand (my closet weapon), and my sons lilo and stitch flash light.
Oh did I mention I have motion lights so my yard is lit up like the 4th of July.
In the end the game warden has to come and deal with the coyotes. (I’ll believe it when I see it), my chickens are fine and I didn’t die of embarrassment. However I won’t be going to any town council meetings any time soon…

No gloves?
I can see that is an embarrassing oversight in the cold!
I have some pink and purple striped gloves with a big hole in one finger that would have coordinated nicely with your otherwise impeccable outfit.

 

[redinator]

I had a similar experience yesterday morning, but with a smaller audience.

My dad's aid came at her usual date and time. I generally sleep in on days that she comes, so I had no intentions of getting up and dressed for a few more hours.

From the driveway she texts me "Um. Some of the chickens are in the front yard".

My foggy mind pictured all 50 birds scattered in the front running in the road and crossing over to a heavily wooded plot of land across the street. My dad's aid has had bad experiences with roosters (not mine) so I know she's not getting out of her car until the chickens are back behind the fence.

While I'm looking for my boots I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to corral the chickens without having the more flighty ones scatter even further, also wondering how they got over a 6 foot fence . . . IT'S WAYY TOO EARLY FOR THIS CRAP!

I manage to find my boots, no coat, thin PJs and grab the net just in case. . . head out the front door (temps in the low 40's with light rain) I look around the front yard and I don't see any chickens . . . the aid is in her car, sticking her hand out the window, gesturing towards the gate.

My neighbors are in their front yard heading out for the day wondering what all the comotion is about. I never make an appearance this early and surely more dressed than I am in the moment. I ask my neighbors if they saw any loose chickens, they look a little less confused shake their heads and go on about their day.

I head over to the gate and only two chickens breached the perimeter, a slightly opened gate my son neglected to latch when he took out the trash the night before. I shooed the two escapees back into the yard and secured the gate.

The aid gets out her car trying to say good morning I grumble some stuff under my breath and headed back inside.

I'm glad they didn't get over the fence, but scolded my son for leaving the gate open and said next time I was sending him to get them. He rolled over in bed none the wiser . .lucky lil (grrr). I stumble back off to bed and was in a mood the rest of the day.

 

[InsideOut59]

For those that need a laugh at someone else’s expense, read on.

I may have you beat in the "embarrassing moments file"....

Several years ago, my husband & I had just moved into a new home that had a hot tub in the back yard. We decided to check it out after a long day of unpacking boxes. Several problems:

1. It was January in Colorado, about 10:30pm, cold, 12+" of snow on the ground.
2. I hadn't found or unpacked my bathing suit yet...I was in my birthday suit with only a bath towel. No problem, the hot tub is right by the back door.
3. We closed the house door behind us. It locked.
4. At least my husband had his terry robe & flip-flops. He "volunteered" to be the one to go meet a new neighbor, use their phone to call a locksmith to come let us it.
5. I was "stuck" in the hot tub for about an hour until the locksmith showed-up, opened the door & left. He was lonely & "chatty".

How's that for my 1st post introduction!

Shari

 

[tripletfeb]

For those that need a laugh at someone else’s expense, read on.
My area is mostly farm country, with deep wooded areas. There’s been coyote sightings, and I’ve personally seen at least three. Needless to say I’ve been on high alert. Some neighbors of mine seen or heard coyotes in her backyard and called the police. The police in turn called animal control. (I guess in case it was just dogs, idk) While this was going on my hens starting making a ruckus. It’s about 7:30 pm, dark and cold, the chickens are up for the night. I heard my roosters crowing and what sounded like hurt/scared chickens. I grabbed my coat, and shoes and ran down to the coop. Long story short, the police, and animal control come by and there I am in.. pink Garfield pj bottoms, a Stranger Things tshirt, a polka dotted robe, a 15 year old parka, the fur lining on the hood it ripped and flapping in the wind. And to top it off I’m wearing my husbands work boots, with a serving fork in one hand (my closet weapon), and my sons lilo and stitch flash light.
Oh did I mention I have motion lights so my yard is lit up like the 4th of July.
In the end the game warden has to come and deal with the coyotes. (I’ll believe it when I see it), my chickens are fine and I didn’t die of embarrassment. However I won’t be going to any town council meetings any time soon…

Oh no. Go to the next council meeting, in that exact outfit

 

[ShrekDawg]

I may have you beat in the "embarrassing moments file"....
Several years ago, my husband & I had just moved into a new home that had a hot tub in the back yard. We decided to check it out after a long day of unpacking boxes. Several problems:

1. It was January in Colorado, about 10:30pm, cold, 12+" on snow on the ground.
2. I hadn't found or unpacked my bathing suit yet...I was in my birthday suit with only a bath towel. No problem, the hot tub is right by the back door.
3. We closed the house door behind us. It locked.
4. At least my husband had his terry robe & flip-flops. He "volunteered" to be the one to go meet a new neighbor, use their phone to call a locksmith to come let us it.
5. I was "stuck" in the hot tub for about an hour until the locksmith showed-up, opened the door & left. He was lonely & "chatty".

How's that for my 1st post introduction!

Shari

 

[tlcmurphy]

I was going to say welcome to the neighborhood.
You had me at “Lonely Chatty Locksmith”