Locked in The Chicken Coop.

No this isn't a picture of the chicken coop, this is
my Silkie outside the coop, I was locked in her coop
for about 30 minutes this afternoon.

Every afternoon, before I start dinner, I go outside and
water my hens, collect eggs and water the garden. It is just part
of my routine.
Today, I didn't take my cell phone, I thought to myself, I am just
going out to collect eggs, I will be right back. Ha!

It was kinda hot and I was changing the water in the big hens
coop and sometimes they are escape artists and they stormed the gate
and made a break for it while I was getting them fresh water. I thought,
I will just let them run around the back yard for a bit while I do this.

In my little coop I have my Bantam chickens. I went in to kick a couple of
little hens off the nest because they are always broody. I got some eggs from
the other little hens and then walked to the door to get out.

It was locked. I thought Oh, No!! I really did start to panic. I had to sit down
because even though I like sitting out with the hens, this was not that day.
I sat there and thought oh my gosh, what would Sidney Bristow do? Since I am
a huge fan of that old show called Alias and I have watched Sidney escape from
many situations, and I am not in heels or a wig or skimpy clothes. Not to mention
no one is after me.

I looked around the coop for a lock pick. I had chicken feeder and a water container.
Nothing. Then I thought well, maybe a feather would work, so I found a long wing
feather and tried to push the metal thing with that. It just broke the feather.

I tried yelling at the house. It just scared the chickens, they started flying around
making dirt fly in the air. I have left the water on in the garden, and all I can think
about is that my husband won't be home for at least another hour. The kids are not
even going to come looking for me until they realize that dinner isn't on the table
or there isn't dinner preparation going on. I just talked to them before I came outside.

I sat down of a piece of wood, at least I had my I Pod in my ear and I had music to listen
to. The wind came up a little so it cooled the sweat running down my face.
Then I got mad at myself for not learning anything about taking over a city
with a toothpick and piece of gum, from all of those T.V. shows I have spent my time watching.

So I stood up and jiggled the gate, it wouldn't budge. The latch is over my head and
I never realized until then that I stand on my tip-toes every day to unlock the silly thing.
One thing I also noticed is that it is a pretty safe coop if I can't even escape.
So I thought what if I push my hand up through this crack and I pushed and my hand
touched the latch. Except, I pushed it the wrong way and really locked it.
I had to put my arms down and I pushed my hand through the wire again and
I could just get my fingers on the latch again, so I pushed with my fingertips and
I felt it move, so I kept pushing and then while I was praying, " Please God make it
open," it just opened.
It was sort of anticlimactic the dog was having fun stalking the chickens all over the
back yard, I collected eggs, the house was quiet except upstairs where the kids are
playing a game with friends. No one even knows that I was locked in the chicken coop.

That won't be happening again, I can tell you that. It is much nicer to sit outside
in a lawn chair than in the coop.

I will take my phone from now on.
Have a great Friday!

Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, for His wonderful works to the children of men!

(Psalm. 107:6)