I cant believe I am about to tell this on myself but I really pulled a funny in the chicken pen yesterday.
My big layers are separated from my little frizzles, silkies and milles. The fence is 6ft tall but the gate is only 4 ft. So as I am going in to feed the smaller ones from the big girls pen, I bend over and the back of my t-shirt hangs on the top of the fence, pinning me there.
I am all bent over in the gateway, I reach to my back to try to get my shirt loose from the wire, not happening. I start laughing. The big girls see the gate open...opportunity!!! is all they see. The little birds are starving, or at least they act like it, and are flocking me like crazy. I am laughing harder.
Bent over...hung up...shooing big chickens out...shooing little chickens in...cant get loose. I feel my pockets for my cell phone, its in the kitchen of course, why in the world would I have it when I need it!
So I am looking around, yes I live in town, to see who might be there. No one. OK, so maybe just maybe, I could just slip out of my shirt long enough to unhook it from the fence...but then I realize it is my bra hook that is hooked on the fence. So that will have to come off too. Not too sure about this now and am laughing harder than ever, still shooing chickens.
I finally decide to just grab the back of my bra and shirt and pull, if it tears it tears. I did, It came loose by ripping the hook out of the bra. As soon as I stand up, still laughing and shooing, I turn around to see my husband and his best friend Mike standing there watching me!!!
Sure was glad I decided not to strip for them!!!
My big layers are separated from my little frizzles, silkies and milles. The fence is 6ft tall but the gate is only 4 ft. So as I am going in to feed the smaller ones from the big girls pen, I bend over and the back of my t-shirt hangs on the top of the fence, pinning me there.
I am all bent over in the gateway, I reach to my back to try to get my shirt loose from the wire, not happening. I start laughing. The big girls see the gate open...opportunity!!! is all they see. The little birds are starving, or at least they act like it, and are flocking me like crazy. I am laughing harder.
Bent over...hung up...shooing big chickens out...shooing little chickens in...cant get loose. I feel my pockets for my cell phone, its in the kitchen of course, why in the world would I have it when I need it!
So I am looking around, yes I live in town, to see who might be there. No one. OK, so maybe just maybe, I could just slip out of my shirt long enough to unhook it from the fence...but then I realize it is my bra hook that is hooked on the fence. So that will have to come off too. Not too sure about this now and am laughing harder than ever, still shooing chickens.
I finally decide to just grab the back of my bra and shirt and pull, if it tears it tears. I did, It came loose by ripping the hook out of the bra. As soon as I stand up, still laughing and shooing, I turn around to see my husband and his best friend Mike standing there watching me!!!
Sure was glad I decided not to strip for them!!!
