December 12th, 2007

Walkabout

News From The Front Lines

A few days ago, I locked myself into the chicken coop. This takes some skill. Apparently, the hook fell back into the eye when the door shut behind me. Brain non-functional these days, so I was stymied. No one to yell to.

There I was, eying the very small hatch the girls go out through. Would I fit? And would my dignity survive? I opted to try and find something to jimmy the latch with. No sticks. Eventually, I spied a feather that might be long enough. I bent over to pick it up.

I forgot that I had already put four eggs into my down vest pocket and as it was a very chilly morning, my vest was zipped. I felt an egg break. I reached into my pocket as quickly as I could and removed the broken egg and threw it out the hatch.

The feather fit through the slit between the door and the jamb. It was stiff enough and the hook was light enough that it lifted it out of the eye and I was freed. I promptly put a stick into the coop for the next time. Because even though this was the first time, there will likely be a next time. Some mornings are just like that.

Call me a tool user.

Frog Out