While I was away on my trip, 2/3 sets of sliding barn doors were frozen. The back door was frozen closed, the middle set is inside, so no problem and the front was (and still is) frozen open! We had all kinds of snow, rain and freezing rain and my Mom just couldn't keep on top of it. My first priority was to get the back door open so I could get the horses in if needed.
*Editor's note: this all happened before I sprained my ankle!
I was able to chop away the snow and ice to get the back doors open and closed. I usually have to latch that set of doors, as Spencer is a bit of a Houdini. I figured just closing the doors would be fine, as it was really hard to slide it open with all of the snow. That was my first mistake!
Spencer is good as gold 98% of the time - he is older and wiser and doesn't tend to get into trouble.
Except he is really good at opening doors.
So, one afternoon, as I drove in the laneway, I was met with this:
|Oh hai! You're home! We are just standin' here.|
|Hai! I'm eating my special tasty hay! Fred, probably. Spencer's look implies that Fred made all the mess...|