You farm "Oops"ies - let's share funny stories

[Chick-a-roo]

It finally happened. I got locked INSIDE my chicken coop. I have known for four years that it could be possible, and I had been lucky a couple of times when the doors shut behind me but the latch did not catch...but I had to kick myself free last Friday morning. I ended up dislodging the bottom hinge on the door and was able squeeze myself out... There was no way I would have fit through that pop door!!
:rofl1:

[baronrenfrew]

Aye, our coop has two salvaged doors and one has the inside handle broken off. Carla and I have been locked in more than once. We can jiggle the door to the middle pen and the hook will pop off the eye so we can get out the other door without breaking something. So therefore its not broken enough to fix it properly so its on the "one of these days" to do list.

[Home Grown Poultry]

HAHA Yup been locked in our old barn, somehow the large hook somehow became latched when I slammed it shut, no other easy way out... I kicked it open.

a funnier more recent story... So im building the new chicken run at the new place... I had 2 or 3 more posts to sink in the ground out of about 40... all the sudden i find myself sitting on my dump trailer in the middle of the run taking a break... when the light comes back on... I have to get this trailer out of here ASAP! HAHA I had a great laugh that day!

[Ontario Chick]

When DH retired, in an all out effort at cooperation we did barn chores together.
Since he is a point A to point B by the shortest route sort of guy, and my chores include communing with chickens and general barn happening observation, I found myself locked in the barn couple of times.
Luckily the tops of the dutch doors are usually opened, and it was funny the first time, but after trying to get over the doors in full winter gear couple more times it wasn't that amusing anymore, so up went a schedule and we do chores on alternate days now :)

[SandyM]

I have been locked in the Silkie pen more times than I care to admit. So much so that I have a stick IN the pen that I can poke out through the fence and unlatch.

Today it was a mucky slippery mess no mater where you walked. I brought some warmed up corn and blueberries for the flock outside and checked to make sure waterers where clean .. But you know how they swarm you and in and out of your legs and I walk like John Wayne trying to get to under the tarped area to put their food down (it was POURING) well, it was either step on a chicken or do the chicken dance and try to avoid crushing them all...well ultimately that meant me on my ass in the mud and I actually slid into the pen. The chickens went crazy ... Corn and blueberries everywhere ... clealry I was an inconvenience as I tried to get myself up and out of the pen. Thankfully Lou got most of his laughing out before I reached the house and he handed me a towel. What a flipping mess!!

[windwalkingwolf]

Not really an ON the farm story, but related... when we first decided to get ducks, I sent hubby to a poultry sale for the first (and last) time. His explicit instructions were to buy a breeding pair of large breed ducks. I wasn't fussy on breed, as long as they weren't bantam, and it had to be a pair. When I got home from work he had just pulled in the laneway, and I helped him wrestle the huge box out of the jeep and to the new waterfowl coop, it was a struggle and I asked how many had he bought??? Just a pair, he says, and I open the box. I think I swore. Inside were two of the biggest, ugliest THINGS I had ever seen. I'd never seen anything like them. They were hoarse and had facial growths and I thought they were sick! The only thing fairly obvious to me was that they were identical and both the same gender. He had bought two Muscovy drakes.

[SandyM]

Not really an ON the farm story, but related... when we first decided to get ducks, I sent hubby to a poultry sale for the first (and last) time. His explicit instructions were to buy a breeding pair of large breed ducks. I wasn't fussy on breed, as long as they weren't bantam, and it had to be a pair. When I got home from work he had just pulled in the laneway, and I helped him wrestle the huge box out of the jeep and to the new waterfowl coop, it was a struggle and I asked how many had he bought??? Just a pair, he says, and I open the box. I think I swore. Inside were two of the biggest, ugliest THINGS I had ever seen. I'd never seen anything like them. They were hoarse and had facial growths and I thought they were sick! The only thing fairly obvious to me was that they were identical and both the same gender. He had bought two Muscovy drakes.

LMAO!! I seriously just busted a gut

[windwalkingwolf]

LMAO!! I seriously just busted a gut

I had never even heard of muscovies up to that point. When I saw how enormous they were, and heard them hissing, I thought he must have bought two ganders by mistake. However, their ugliness grew on me (a face only a mother could love I guess). What's even funnier is that one of them wasn't particular about what gender was under him, and the other was very gay...even after we got some girls for them, Spits preferred the er, charms of Hiss, and never fathered a duckling. Spits died last year just short of 20 years old, and Hiss, although he likes the girls OK, also picked a silver drake as Spits' replacement. So I guess I sort of got a 'breeding' pair. They certainly tried.

[SandyM]

That could down as the best farm story of the year!! Love it!

[WLLady]

i was out hunting one day, coon hunting, had a coon i was carrying home, and was just walking along and sunk into a pile of leaves and caught my foot on something and BAM....right down flat on my face.....knocked the scope on the gun, bashed up my knees, both hands and my chin, and i would SWEAR the log reached out and grabbed me.....no warning. must have been spectacular. too bad i didn't see it LOL.

many moons ago was making maple syrup one fine spring day end of february. had to bring a ton of sap out, so the truck went into the field, frozen field. yeah. well.....not so frozen an hour later. put the sap into the truck, turned the truck around and sank it to the FRAME.....could NOT get out....ice on the top, muck underneath, good awesome clay muck. i had to call someone with a big tractor and chain to come get me out. That's also when i learned about locking differentials, and how much better they are....although that would NOT have saved me that day. there was mud half way up the engine block...man did that STINK as it burnt off.

And another, not me...but we had to help....pig farm was spreading manure in the early spring at our place and all of a sudden the one HUMUNGO tractors bursts into flame under the hood! just poof all of a sudden there's flames shooting out from the side of the manifold! so running out, fire extinguisher....seems the birds made a nest on the engine and with all the heat from spreading started it on fire....thankfully tractor was okay, and driver too. then not 2 weeks later, was driving my truck and smelled burning...and sure enough....open the hood and there's nest with perfectly cooked starling eggs on the engine block....gah!

i can honestly say i have not locked myself into any place that i couldn't get out of....but my niece got into the horse stall and we closed the door behind her, and she panicked....locked in....not realizing she could reach through the bars and pull up the handle quite easily....LOL.

and the best for me anyways...taking my nieces into the layer coop to collect eggs and the eldest (6) walks in and yells "OMG there's chickens in here!" at the top of her voice and goes FLYING out of the coop screaming the entire way, climbed into the car and slammed the door AND locked it.....her younger sister (5) just looks at me and goes "but i thought eggs are made by chickens....so shouldn't there be chickens in here?" while all the chickens are flapping and flying and feathers everywhere. i just about died laughing.....