Yesterday, the girls and I went out to see the chickens. Gabe has finished the building part of the chicken coop, so they can run around now.
I told them that I was going to fill up the water, and while I was gone it was ok for them to get some food and feed the chickens.
As I came back around the house, I chuckled to myself when I realized that the door had shut on them; it naturally swings shut. They were banging on the walls and sticking their arms out through the openings-- it was pretty funny.
I opened the door, took the water in, set it up. Turned around.....
And realized that the door had shut on me too.
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Why is he lucky? Two possiblities.
1. He has us blondies to rescue from situations such as this.
2. I don't hold a grudge.
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How did you get out? Was there a hole large enough for your arm to reach out and unlock the door? If not it's a good idea, for my little chicken farmers, haha love mom
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