The Day I Felt Like Winnie the Pooh

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CHICKEN CHATTER

OK, I LIKE CHICKENS, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WANT TO LIVE WITH THEM! 

Have you ever heard that old saying, "The hurrieder I go, the behinder I get?" Well, one-day "behinder" wasn't enough. I was stopped dead in my tracks. Not only was I stopped short, but I was locked up behind a closed door. In a small chicken house to be exact. 

Well, what now? How did this ever happen and how will I get out? As I strolled around the tiny chicken house, the not-so-fragrant aromas of the occupants assaulted my nose. I eyeballed the screen window but even if I abstained from all honey, which wasn't available anyway, I just couldn't see myself wriggling my over-forty frame through that small opening. Now what?? And where was my husband?? We had just delivered two more roosters to pal around without little biddies, and silly me, I wanted to sit on the feed sack and watch them for a while. Which I did while hubby brought in the groceries and had a little nap. 

Not exactly as illustrated.

But he had locked the door behind me! A habit I guess. Our poor door, She keeps hanging around and whimpering probably suspecting something was not quite right. I sent him to the house with the instructions to "Get Dad" but "Getting Dad" wasn't the simplest thing to do when he was sleeping. 

Another monkey-wrench-in-the gear is that we ad a deadline to meet. There was a potluck and the iced tea I had agreed to provide was not even prepared yet. Yah, yah, I was getting hot and sweaty too. 

Okay, you know and I know that eventually, my husband realized I was missing so went looking for me, so...alls well!