rhoda_bruce
Almost Self-Reliant
Sometimes crazy things happen at the worst time. I had an experience 4 days ago, that you just might not believe and I'm wondering if any of you can top it. Go for it because sometimes I can use a good laugh.
Well I was slaughtering my broilers...2nd day. I had already caught 3 broilers, tied their feet and put them in a garbage can I was using to transport to the killing station (aka the shed). So I go back into the stall with the broilers and close the door, catch #4, go to get out and the door won't open. The latch fell in the locked position, enclosing me in with the broilers.
Well, fortunately I had brought my cell with me and my children are homeschooled, so I started texting my 15 year old, but she wasn't answering.....she was making pancakes, so I began texting DH, who was @ work....no response; he was taking a personal needs break. So I called my house phone and DD answered. I told her to come in the coop NOW. She asked what was wrong and I told her, never mind, just come because I was stuck. She came, looked over the situation, smiled and asked,"How did you manage this?" I said, "Never mind how I managed this. Just let me out." She did, but was laughing quite a bit.
Then my sister showed up at the fence between our yards and DD walked over and told her aunt what happened, while I tied #4's claws......I began to hear the sound of my sister laughing out loud.
Other children said they would have come over to help if they had been home, but not before going back to the house to get a camera.
DH suddenly started texting me......apparently he was laughing hysterically. I suppose I am lucky I thought to bring my cell with me. I really only ever thought I'd need it, if I fell and couldn't get up or if I saw fowl play and needed immediate assistance.
Well I was slaughtering my broilers...2nd day. I had already caught 3 broilers, tied their feet and put them in a garbage can I was using to transport to the killing station (aka the shed). So I go back into the stall with the broilers and close the door, catch #4, go to get out and the door won't open. The latch fell in the locked position, enclosing me in with the broilers.
Well, fortunately I had brought my cell with me and my children are homeschooled, so I started texting my 15 year old, but she wasn't answering.....she was making pancakes, so I began texting DH, who was @ work....no response; he was taking a personal needs break. So I called my house phone and DD answered. I told her to come in the coop NOW. She asked what was wrong and I told her, never mind, just come because I was stuck. She came, looked over the situation, smiled and asked,"How did you manage this?" I said, "Never mind how I managed this. Just let me out." She did, but was laughing quite a bit.
Then my sister showed up at the fence between our yards and DD walked over and told her aunt what happened, while I tied #4's claws......I began to hear the sound of my sister laughing out loud.
Other children said they would have come over to help if they had been home, but not before going back to the house to get a camera.
DH suddenly started texting me......apparently he was laughing hysterically. I suppose I am lucky I thought to bring my cell with me. I really only ever thought I'd need it, if I fell and couldn't get up or if I saw fowl play and needed immediate assistance.
That's hilarious!
