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.