Mahonri's 3rd Annual, BYC Easter Hatch-a-long!

[1muttsfan]

Just got another dozen eggs lined up, Norewegian Jaerhons, so I am up to - oh lets see - about 5 dozen - What? How did that happen?

I am pretty sure I asked someone else for eggs too.

 

[Farmerboy16]

Careful everyone, it looks like egg math disease is taking over some people. Beware.

 

[java girl 2]

how come no has been keeping the poll up on the random ramblings post????

 

[1muttsfan]

Careful everyone, it looks like egg math disease is taking over some people. Beware.

 

[brijay2]

I'm in for the Easter hatch, bring on the holidays!!!!!!!!!!

 

[superchemicalgirl]

I had some excitement this morning. I go outside real quick with the tape measure to measure my garden (I'm plotting for spring). I hear the front door open and my boyfriend walks out onto the tiny porch we have and goes "SHOO SQUIRREL" to the squirrel in the chicken run. I hear door close. I finish measuring the garden and run back to the door to get inside.

It's cold out... it was about 11 degrees and really windy. And I'm not really dressed for outside, cause you know, I'll only be out there a few minutes.

Only... the door's locked.

I bang on the door, nothing. I set the doorbell off, nothing. Try the garage door, it's locked.

I realize boyfriend didn't know I was outside and locked the door. I remember that he was most likely going to use the bathroom and take a shower, etc.

I start throwing pieces of hard snow at the bathroom windows (of course the only room we have blinds in). Run back to the door and bang and set off the chimes. Nothing. Run around house to front and climb up on garden bed to bang on bedroom window. Nothing.

I'm starting to get really cold at this point and weigh my options. I realize it's going to be probably a half hour before he gets out of there.

So I go and sit in the chicken coop, at least I'm out of the wind. My two major chicken snugglers, FatOne and Tonya Harding Chicken, jump up into my lap and help keep me warm. Also cover me in poop from their epic poopfoot cases.

Every 10 minutes I go back out to the door and start banging and ringing the bell, throwing stuff at the bathroom windows.

Finally, somewhere around 40 minutes later boyfriend hears me and unlocks the door to let me in. He's totally perplexed at why I'm locked outside.

He never heard the doorbell chimes - he was playing music. Never heard me banging on the front door or on the bedroom windows. The sound of me throwing stuff at the bathroom windows he thought was me outside shooting (he was hoping I got the squirrel).

Sigh.

In case you ever want to come steal from me, there's now an extra house key in the chicken coop. You'll have to fight my horde of chickens and their poop to get it, though.

 

[kathyinmo]

I had some excitement this morning.

I am sorry you were cold and locked out, really. But I have to giggle at the story.

Hope you are nice and warm now!

 

[superchemicalgirl]

I am sorry you were cold and locked out, really. But I have to giggle at the story.

Hope you are nice and warm now!

That's why I posted it, it is funny! (Now that I've warmed up).

 

[CayuseRanch]

I had some excitement this morning. I go outside real quick with the tape measure to measure my garden (I'm plotting for spring). I hear the front door open and my boyfriend walks out onto the tiny porch we have and goes "SHOO SQUIRREL" to the squirrel in the chicken run. I hear door close. I finish measuring the garden and run back to the door to get inside.

It's cold out... it was about 11 degrees and really windy. And I'm not really dressed for outside, cause you know, I'll only be out there a few minutes.

Only... the door's locked.

I bang on the door, nothing. I set the doorbell off, nothing. Try the garage door, it's locked.

I realize boyfriend didn't know I was outside and locked the door. I remember that he was most likely going to use the bathroom and take a shower, etc.

I start throwing pieces of hard snow at the bathroom windows (of course the only room we have blinds in). Run back to the door and bang and set off the chimes. Nothing. Run around house to front and climb up on garden bed to bang on bedroom window. Nothing.

I'm starting to get really cold at this point and weigh my options. I realize it's going to be probably a half hour before he gets out of there.

So I go and sit in the chicken coop, at least I'm out of the wind. My two major chicken snugglers, FatOne and Tonya Harding Chicken, jump up into my lap and help keep me warm. Also cover me in poop from their epic poopfoot cases.

Every 10 minutes I go back out to the door and start banging and ringing the bell, throwing stuff at the bathroom windows.

Finally, somewhere around 40 minutes later boyfriend hears me and unlocks the door to let me in. He's totally perplexed at why I'm locked outside.

He never heard the doorbell chimes - he was playing music. Never heard me banging on the front door or on the bedroom windows. The sound of me throwing stuff at the bathroom windows he thought was me outside shooting (he was hoping I got the squirrel).

Sigh.

In case you ever want to come steal from me, there's now an extra house key in the chicken coop. You'll have to fight my horde of chickens and their poop to get it, though.

How many times while you were "staying warm" in the coop were you mentally out shooting (at the dear boyfriend)

 

[QuackerJackFarms]

SuperChemicalGirl: HILARIOUS!!! (Now that it's over)