Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Walk sneaky and carry a piece of plywood.

I have discovered the secret to sneaking into the sheep pen to get to the chicken run....carry plywood.  Elvis thinks its a fence, apparently. He comes right up and asks for pets and doesn't even think about butting.  Kind of awkward to carry a flashlight, a piece of plywood big enough to mimic a fence, and the heavy filled chicken waterer and a coffee can of feed, but hey, needs must.

Good thing I am good at the whole holding your life in your hands - sometimes I think I have 12 hands.

When we were building the greenhouse, my habit of holding on to everything I pick up, developed when I had all those toddlers and babies, became a problem.  My husband would say, "Nancy, put DOWN the level before you try to hold that piece up."  Oh yeah.....but then five minutes later there I am with the hammer under my arm, the level under the other, and two pieces of pvc, trying to stand there holding things in place.  "Nancy, put it DOWN." Oh, yeah...

When we used to live in the city, when my big kids were very small, we lived up two flights of stairs in an apartment complex.  I would walk with the kids in the stroller to do the marketing and then walk home and then have to figure out how to get two babies and loads of groceries and a stroller up those stairs.  I got creative and very good at carting awkward, heavy, and precious things with a death grip lest I drop anything.  I guess the habit stuck with me.

5 comments:

mundanity said...

Glad to hear you found a solution, even if it's an awkward one...

NancyDe said...

If you can't stand behind the fence - bring the fence with you.

Chai Chai said...

When you start to balance either the feed or water bowls on your head please, please, please have someone take a picture and post it!

NancyDe said...

I surely will, Chai Chai. I am fairly sure it will be coming soon, as I have started to balance them on the top of fence posts.

NancyDe said...

Apparently, the chickens learned the trick of sneaking into the sheep pen, too. I found four or five of them out and about this evening when I came home. They ignored Mr. Hapless, but came running for me and my magic red can.