TRAPPED! With the Chickens, Part III

OK, what were the alternatives? Walls. Floor. Roof. Windows. Door. To get through the walls, he'd have to knock loose dozens of nails and whole sheets of plywood. The floor was even less likely--he was on the wrong side, he'd have to PULL nails, and there wasn't THAT much room under the coop. The roof would be hard to get any force applied, and more expensive to fix--new plywood, new tar paper, new shingles. And the windows were already too small. But the door... The latch was only held by 2 screws on the door side, and 3 on the latch. If he kicked the door, HARD, something HAD to give. 1... 2... 3! On the second kick, the door sprang open. He was free! He inspected the latch. Sure enough, the string was wrapped below the latch. And now the latch was bent, too. He inspected the door. Every screw on both parts of the latch had held. But the steel post, as thick as his pinky, was bent back 45 degrees. THAT impressed him. Either it was a very MANLY kick, or really WIMPY steel. Probably wimpy steel. "G'night, ladies!" he called to the chickens as he closed the door and leaned the ramp up against it. This one was going to have to go in the blog, no question about it. No question at all.