Once upon a time (yesterday morning), I went into the chicken run to give the chickens fresh water. A small stump that I had (ridiculously) positioned next to the coop a few weeks ago...:

tipped over after I went into the run...:
and blocked the door. It wedged itself in such a way that I couldn't open the door far enough to fit my hand through to move the stump. It was an uncomfortably helpless feeling to realize that I was completely stuck:
Though it did leave me with a bit of quality time to spend with my girls:
and Roopert:
Fortunately, I had my cell phone (and my camera). And it was the weekend, so when I made my call, someone was there to answer:
All (chicken) eyes turned at the sound of the footsteps:
of my sweet husband coming to my rescue:
He kindly moved that stump so I could get out. It only looks in the picture below like he's wedging it tighter. And he really only laughed at me for a little bit about getting stuck in the first place:
And now that stump is no longer next to the chicken run door.
The end.