Monday Part 3 - I got in the shower at 10:00 PM, climbed out at 10:15, wrapped a towel around my wet hair, put my PJs on, and realized I hadnt locked up the chickens. Yes, those darn chickens. So, I slip into my baby blue rubber sloggers and head to the barn with a flashlight and a broom. The broom handle is used to force three stubborn hens off the top of the chicken pen. Its a nightly routine, even after clipping their wings, they insist on roosting there instead of inside the pen. I poke them repeatedly from underneath until they fly off the top and then march themselves into the open door as they should in the first place, like all the other normal chickens. I then realize the five young rebels arent in there. I know where they are. .... in Joy n Larrys pasture. They can find their way OUT of my pasture but never remember how to find their way back IN my pasture. I walk the fence line with the broom over the fence shooing them toward their escape hole. Twenty minutes later, 10 feet from the hole, they scatter out of my broom reach and head back to where we came from. I have two choices. I can go back to my house and walk the road to Joys house and go through her gates and back to her pasture, or take the shortcut at the back of our pastures, going between the hogwire and barbwire on that fence. I havent done that in nearly 20 years, but hey, its a shortcut. I made it through one section just fine. But the second time didnt go so well. I got one foot (rubber shoe) hung on the hog wire and the back of my shirt snagged on the barb wire. I was half in and half out of Joys pasture. I used the broom stick as a lever to get my stuck foot off the fence, dropped the flashlight and broom and got my shirt free. I pictured myself hanging there until morning before anyone missed me. Rick was asleep in the recliner in the house. After freeing myself and tracking down those darn chickens, I caught them, tossed them over the fence one by one, not caring if they bounced a couple of times, and had to make a decision how to get back home. Shortcut? No - Id lucked out once. Theres a lot more bulk on me to squeeze between hogwire and barbed wire than there used to be and it didnt go smoothly the first time. So, I risk sneaking through Joy and Larrys yard, praying their gates arent padlocked, and that Larry doesnt hear me and come outside with a loaded gun pointed my direction. The first gate, score, is unlocked. The second gate, bummer, is locked. I did find his drive through gate unlocked, so got through there. That puts me walking down the dark country road to my house, and of course cars drive by. Heres what they see. An overweight woman with a towel around her head, in her PJs, (black bottoms & leopard pattern top), blue rubber sloggers on her feet, carrying a flashlight and broom. Who knows what went through their minds. Yes, Rick was still sound asleep in the chair. That, my friends, was my Monday.
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 13:00:53 +0000
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