Chris and David have been taking care of the outdoor animal chores during this freaky, icy weather we have going on so that I won’t slip and re-injure my back. On Wednesday Chris had gone out to feed the chickens and pretty soon the phone rings.
“Oh, Chris. Whatcha doing?”
“Um, I’m locked in the chicken coop.”
In its former life, our chicken coop was a metal storage building with two windows which we had built for our kids to use as a playhouse. Unfortunately there doesn’t seem to be a way to open it from the inside (Lisa says it used to have a string they could pull to open the door from inside) but that isn’t really a problem for the chickens. It is, however, a problem when one is inside and the door accidently slams shut. Fortunately Chris had just put his phone back in his pocket before going outside. And fortunately I was home to rescue him. In my fuzzy pink robe and rubber boots with the temperature hovering around 22 degrees.
I once had this happen to me but I didn’t have my phone and I was home alone. The large window was stuck and I couldn’t open it. I contemplated the smaller window but decided that getting stuck in the window like Winnie the Pooh would be worse than spending the day with the chickens, or at least more humiliating. I was eventually able to get the door open after hitting and pushing on it. It sort of bounced the latch up or something.
I think we need to see about getting a way to open the door from inside. If this ever happens to David, this latch problem will be solved immediately.