when the door shut behind me. I wasnt worried because my DH had put a fail-safe on the door. SSOOoo, I checked the nest boxes then turned to open the door. It wouldnt open. I pushed, and pushed, and jiggled. NOTHING. I kicked at it (several times). still NOTHING. I stepped back and took a deep breath, thank heavens I cleaned the coop yesterday. I sat down and thought about it.
DH was on the couch on the phone when I went out to let the chickens out and check the nest boxes......Dinner is cooking on the stove. He'll see me, I will wave my arm out the pop door. So I wave and wave.......NOTHING. Ok, dinner will start burning and then he will come looking for me. I think I waited ten minutes when it occured to me ........we dont have anything else for dinner, I cant let it burn. I wave some more and I hear.....cluck, cluck. ROO! ROO! Here roo, come here baby, com here big boy. At least I am not alone anymore. ROO comes over and talks to me. As I stare at him thru the pop door, ROO surprisingly crows three times then stares at me for a minute finally he walks away. Was that heard in the house I wonder? I wave my arms some more out of the pop door. NOTHING......I look at the pop door, CAN I FIT? What choice do I have. He is still sitting on the couch watching tv, probably. I lay down on my side with my feet aimed for door. I slide my feet out, so far so good, I slide my hips and butt out, Man that hole looks awful small.. I have my legs hanging out, my hips are over the threshold. Will I FIT? I slide down further.....stop. OK if I can go this far then if I try it from the other direction and fit then I should be able to fit thru, right? I pull everything in and sit up. Looking at the door I lay down again, this time facing it. I raise my arms over my head and start to slid thru the door. OK, arms out, head out (YAY), shoulders out........little further, little further. OK, I think I am stuck. OOOOOOHHH, panic starts, why, I dont know. Wait a minute, I think, I get mammograms every year, I can take a little squeeze. SO I push myself this way and that.......WHOOPPPEEEEE,
I am thru. March up to house, shut food off. Dinner is ok. HMMM husband is not where I leeeft him. HON??? There he is....."Where were you"?? Oh....out in the garage eh?
DH was on the couch on the phone when I went out to let the chickens out and check the nest boxes......Dinner is cooking on the stove. He'll see me, I will wave my arm out the pop door. So I wave and wave.......NOTHING. Ok, dinner will start burning and then he will come looking for me. I think I waited ten minutes when it occured to me ........we dont have anything else for dinner, I cant let it burn. I wave some more and I hear.....cluck, cluck. ROO! ROO! Here roo, come here baby, com here big boy. At least I am not alone anymore. ROO comes over and talks to me. As I stare at him thru the pop door, ROO surprisingly crows three times then stares at me for a minute finally he walks away. Was that heard in the house I wonder? I wave my arms some more out of the pop door. NOTHING......I look at the pop door, CAN I FIT? What choice do I have. He is still sitting on the couch watching tv, probably. I lay down on my side with my feet aimed for door. I slide my feet out, so far so good, I slide my hips and butt out, Man that hole looks awful small.. I have my legs hanging out, my hips are over the threshold. Will I FIT? I slide down further.....stop. OK if I can go this far then if I try it from the other direction and fit then I should be able to fit thru, right? I pull everything in and sit up. Looking at the door I lay down again, this time facing it. I raise my arms over my head and start to slid thru the door. OK, arms out, head out (YAY), shoulders out........little further, little further. OK, I think I am stuck. OOOOOOHHH, panic starts, why, I dont know. Wait a minute, I think, I get mammograms every year, I can take a little squeeze. SO I push myself this way and that.......WHOOPPPEEEEE,
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