Recently, I had a whole "door rescue operation".
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In the morning, I go into the barn - and there is such a draft, as if the chickens had a party and opened everything they could.
But in fact, the door was simply broken. One hinge fell off, the second is hanging on by a thread. And here I am, standing in the wind outside, the goat looks reproachfully: "Are you going to fix this or what?" 😂
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I rolled up my sleeves, found a screwdriver, a board, a hammer, and even a level (yes, I'm not only pretty, but also prepared 😎).

During the process, I managed to drop nails in the manure three times (don't ask how), pinched my finger once (ouch!), and accidentally nailed my sleeve to the door once.😂😂😂
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As a result, the door stands as good as new.
And I stand there, covered in sawdust, with one glove and thinking: "I could be lying on the beach and drinking a cocktail right now..."

But, you know, I like it.
Life on a farm is not only chickens and goats. It's laughter, movement, simplicity, authenticity.

Maybe you also had a story when everything didn't go according to plan, but it turned out funny and cool? Will you tell me?😉🌾💛