At lunch I went home to check on Ollie. She was in the same position she was in when I left, so I knew things were not looking good. She had given up. She was not even fighting to get free anymore. I am sure she was exhausted. I honestly thought she would be able to get out of there if I left. I did not want to leave her. It hurt me to leave her in the first place. I knew if I left again, she would not make it. So, I moved the chicken houses out of the way. I am in a panic at this point. I snapped the zip ties off of the coop and I removed the wooden stakes holding up the chicken wire. One of the stakes I could not get up and ended up just breaking it. I guess you can have superhuman strength when you have adrenaline rushing through you. I then found a wrench and took some of the brackets off to at least get some wiggle room for Ollie. I finally got all of that done and got her out of there. She was definitely stressed and weak, but she was happy for me to be holding her. She felt better being free. Poor girl. I would have never forgiven myself had I left her there again and she did not make it. There is a lesson in there somewhere. I am thinking when we get stuck in life, we have 2 options; fight to get out of the situation we are in or give up. I told Ronnie not to be mad when he saw the mess I made. It was a big mess. He was not mad; he was proud of me for getting her out of there with any means necessary. The donkeys were wondering what I was doing while I was taking the coop apart. That was funny.
I did see all the cats today.
When I was finishing up and about to go in at dusk, I did see the chick who was stuck in her tree where she roosts and there was another one with her. Sometimes after a bad day, we just need a friend. I hope that was what was happening there.
Ursula and Oreo were sure snuggled in together in one pet bed. That I do not understand. There are literally two beds side by side. At least they are cute.





































































