One of these Days I'll realize that I'm not 12 Anymore

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Had I been male and if someone had taken video of my little “adventure” yesterday evening I probably could have been added to one of those “hold my beer” compilations. However, I am definitely female and there was no alcohol involved (and also no actual witnesses). Every evening I trudge down the hill in our backyard to secure three final survivors of my chicken flock. The job is not as simple as it should be since there is a bit of an obstacle course between the house and the chicken coop. Across my path, there are two large red oak tree trunks waiting for my husband to mill into lumber. Both trunks have been on the ground for nearly a year and I’ve developed a variety of strategies for getting around them. If I’m feeling old and tired (or carrying water buckets) I either go the long way around or carefully step over each fallen log. I’ve occasionally barked my shins on the bark. The trees are large (nearly two feet in diameter) so just stepping over them is not an easy task. If I’m feeling cheerful and energetic (and unwilling to concede that I'm supposed to be a grown-up) I have a tendency to put a little pep in my step to get the momentum necessary to put a foot on top of each tree trunk as I come to it and “bounce” across the backyard like an energetic child. Except I’m not a child anymore. To be continued...