My FB friends already know the story & are giggling about it. Some friends huh? I've been in alot of pain last couple of days, long story. Today was supposed to be a good day, supposed to be. DH leaves for work. I'm going to check on the chickens and then grab a quick nap before cleaning the house. Usual routine. I walk out the kitchen door and what do I see but a cow running away from my brahma coop with the bottom half of the coop door stuck on her neck. The "human door" is made like an old-fashioned barn door, two sections with the pop door in the bottom half. She'd stuck her head through the pop door to get herself a snack and gotten stuck. Cows are stupid that way. They flatten their ears back to stick their head in something and then can't figure out how to get their head back out. In her panic, she ripped the entire bottom half of the door off, hinges and all. She's running towards the rest of the herd for comfort and the rest of the herd is running away from the strange creature with the bright blue square necklace as fast as they could. I called the herd owner. He was in the city with his wife, who had surgery this morning. Called DH. He was is a tizzy because his patrol unit had just broken down. He can't come home. There was no one else to call. I decided to chase the cow to try and get my coop door back. That wasn't going to work. What would I do if I caught her? This is when I gave up the first time. Sent DH a text. The wording cannot be repeated here on a family friendly forum. Decided to take that nap. Plenty of time to worry about where the brahmas were going to sleep tonight. I'm thinking screened porch. Just as I drifted off, the dogs start going nuts. The propane delivery guy that was supposed to be here yesterday morning shows up. While I'm out making sure he doesn't run over any chickens or get spurred by a rooster, the dogs are still raising a ruckus in the house...then I hear a crash. The old 42" TV that stopped working, that DH has been meaning to do something with, but has been sitting on the table by the living room window for TWO MONTHS NOW is now on the living room floor, smashed to bits. Okay, so much for the nap. Time to do something about the brahma coop. Assemble some wood, some screws, I can't operate power tools like circular saws (goes back to the pain thing, long story). The result ain't pretty, but by dark my brahmas once again have a safe coop. Only they don't like the looks of it. It's different. They don't want to go in. No light in the coop, so I grab a big ol' honkin maglite, turn it on and set it just inside the coop to show em it really is the same coop. Finally they decide it's okay. Next I go check to make sure that both of my mama hens have made it safely into their coop with their babies. Come up one baby short. Coop is 12 ft. x 14 ft., but of course the baby is smack dab under the center of it. Grab the handy maglite again. Turn it on and set it down on the ground at the front of the coop, fish net ready. Return baby to clueless mama. Guess silkies can only count to three. Time to feed and water everybody, by flashlight of course. There used to be a light in the larger coop, back before it was a coop, but I had DH disconnect it, telling him I'd never have use for it. Grab the handy maglite again. Set it down to check on my other broody and her chicks. Right in a pile of broody poop of course. If you are one of those people that lovessssss the smell of broody poop, heat it up real quick and see how wonderful it smells. Moral of the story? If you gonna live on a funny farm, keep a maglite handy P.S. The heifers ear tag identified her as #43. If I ever see her again, I will pair her with some nice brahma eggs. I love steak and eggs.