Knocking Down the Chicken House!

Hello Blogger friends!  Wow...two blogs within two weeks....the juices must be flowing!  Well, actually, not really, but I had to write about my escapades today. And just so you know, as I am writing this, I am sitting in chicken poop dust-crusted clothes...waiting for the next truck to come. So imagine the smell that goes with this.  Too bad I can't incorporate smells into the blog....or, maybe that's a good thing!

It is day two of me running the skid loader.  Only today did not go quite as smoothly.  We were in the other chicken house today..and the feeders and water lines are lower than in the other house.  I was being so careful, but still trying to show a little more confidence than the last time.  Now really....it was my second time, not my first...I should know what I am doing, right?  Well, I did do good until Rod had to direct me to the other side of the poop.  He put a feeder up in one spot and then in another...for me to go through to get to where I was supposed to be.  He said to be careful not to run the bucket into the wall. I was very careful. I did not hit the wall.  So feeling even more confident, I went to make the second turn back in towards the middle.  I was watching the feeders, and not hitting a single one. Then..BUMP! I looked down and the bucket hit a pole!! Oh, no! Oh, my! And Rod watching this the whole time!! Oh, no! Oh, my!  And I didn't just bump it a little...nope...I knocked it out!! OH, NO! OH, MY!  I watched the pole fall down...toward me...and just watched...not thinking it could have hit me.  Nope, that was not my worry at all!  I was more concerned about the roof above Rod!  So I looked at him.  And he looked at me.  And he smiled! Yep, he smiled at me and said it was ok, he had done that before too.  Here I was waiting for the roof to sag or cave or do something, and he just smiled at me, picked the pole up and put it back.

Needless to say, after that, I was back to a lot less confidence...going forward and backward much more slowly.  I was flustered and jittered (I know that isn't really a word, but again...I like it, and I am using it!) I was so happy when we were done with those piles.

So, now, I have to go out to do it again....push poop I mean, not knock any more polls! I hope we all survive! hahahahaha  No, really, say a prayer!!!!!

So, until next time...if I make it through for a next time.....eat more chicken!