Today I woke up and decided to get off my hiatus and get back to writing. I enjoy it, and have had a bazillion stories to share, but then quite frankly just didn't do it. What can I say, winter was brutally cold and I felt like I spent it huddled under blankets with hot chocolate in hand. Little did I know I'd walk smack into a story when I went out to the red barn this morning.
As soon as I saw Minnie standing there looking at me I couldn't help but say, "Well there Minnie, you have yourself in quite a precarious predicament!" If you're not familiar with what a hay rack looks like, that's one there under her. Yep. I said under her. Or you could say she's on top...or in...I could probably use some other adjectives, too.
Needless to say, her hoisting her heftiness up into the hay rack made for a bit of a problem. First, there was Minnie, of course, who was stuck. Then there was Dandy, who was angry she couldn't get to the hay. Her course of action was doing her best to headbutt Minnie, which didn't work too well considering she was on the second floor of the establishment. Maria and Annie didn't care that she was squishing the food. They just ate around her, which was making her sink deeper into the hay rack. The rest of the ewes, who are in another area of the barn awaiting their lambs, made sure to voice their opinions over the situation, too.
I waded through the head butting, eating, and yelling, to assure Minnie I'd help her get out. Of course, being an Icelandic, she knew exactly what I was saying. Then I stepped back to assess the situation. I had hoped she'd just jump out, but she wasn't going anywhere on her own. Next I wondered if I could summon a strong superhero to help. Clearly they were all sleeping after a hard night of battling bad guys, because neither Thor nor the Hulk responded to my cry, and my bat signal must be on the fritz.
Next up on the list of What Can We Do To Get Minnie Out was to lift her out myself. I summoned all of my strength, wrapped my arms around her legs and heaved. Yeah, I about heaved alright. Minnie doesn't really live up to her name anymore. She looked at me like I was an idiot. I think she said, "Try again, hot shot." Again, I stepped back and assessed the situation. Then I was smacked in the head with an idea...okay, so it was a bantam trying to get to a higher vantage point...but nonetheless I had an idea. Hay bales.
That's right, folks, hay bales. I had to move some more into the red barn anyway, so I thought it was worth a shot. I made hay bale steps. Of course, the others thought I was being very generous in their feed today, and I had to work at keeping them off while trying to get Minnie on, but in the end it all worked out. I made the steps and then was able to get Minnie's front feet over the edge of the hay rack and onto the bales. Of course, she wasn't too keen on the idea, so I then pushed her from behind. Next thing you know, she hoisted herself onto the makeshift steps and walked down. Then she looked at me like I was the idiot and kept right on walking out the barn. Humph.
So, there you have it folks. I saved the day. Okay, it's a bit of an exaggeration. Let's just hope when I walk into the red barn later I find Minnie with her hooves on the ground where they belong. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals wouldn't agree. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm just called Mom. Life on a farm is full of family and hard work and I wouldn't have it any other way.