Earlier this evening Braden, my 8 year old son, and I went out to the chicken barn to tell our little girls (and one boy we think) good night. We sat down with them, and fed them a couple of pieces of stale biscuits. Pokey, my husband, came out after a bit to see what we were doing. He didn't stay long, and after he left, Braden went to pull the door closed. It came open again, so he pulled it shut a bit harder. Somehow, the edges of the lock came together, and we got locked in!!!! We tried like crazy to get it apart, no go. We finally sat down with the Delawares, Australorps and Guineas to just wait it out. Braden was sitting by the door, and as it got cooler for us, I started explaining to the chicks that when it came down to it, they might outnumber me, but if I had to spend the night out there, I was getting the lamps to stay warm.
Suddenly, something hit the door beside where Braden was sitting, and he looked at me....scared to death!!!! He said, "Mama, there's something out there!!!" just as it bumped again. I stood up to see what it was, and there stood Jazzy, our cat. I started laughing, and just then she jumped up and clung to the chicken wire at the top of the half-door. Braden screamed at the top of his lungs. (She was just trying to get to me and Brae for a bit of attention, not to the chickies.) We sat back down to wait some more, and Jazzy resigned herself to having Braden scratch her through a hole in the metal studs that frame the door. I tried EVERYTHING to get out, but Pokey's got that sucker built like a darn prison cell. Finally, after an hour in the chicken house, 45 minutes of it locked in against our will, Bryson, my 6 year old, came out the check on us. Braden and I both yelled, "Yay!! Bryson, you've saved us!" When we came in, I told Pokey that I was glad at least one of them figured out something was wrong and came to check on us.
You wanna guess what Pokey was doing? He was in here reading on...........you guessed it.........
BACKYARDCHICKENS.COM!!!!!!!!!
Actually a pretty funny end to the evening.
Thought you guys might enjoy the story!!!!
Kim
Suddenly, something hit the door beside where Braden was sitting, and he looked at me....scared to death!!!! He said, "Mama, there's something out there!!!" just as it bumped again. I stood up to see what it was, and there stood Jazzy, our cat. I started laughing, and just then she jumped up and clung to the chicken wire at the top of the half-door. Braden screamed at the top of his lungs. (She was just trying to get to me and Brae for a bit of attention, not to the chickies.) We sat back down to wait some more, and Jazzy resigned herself to having Braden scratch her through a hole in the metal studs that frame the door. I tried EVERYTHING to get out, but Pokey's got that sucker built like a darn prison cell. Finally, after an hour in the chicken house, 45 minutes of it locked in against our will, Bryson, my 6 year old, came out the check on us. Braden and I both yelled, "Yay!! Bryson, you've saved us!" When we came in, I told Pokey that I was glad at least one of them figured out something was wrong and came to check on us.
You wanna guess what Pokey was doing? He was in here reading on...........you guessed it.........
BACKYARDCHICKENS.COM!!!!!!!!!
Actually a pretty funny end to the evening.
Kim
