The Great Jump Rope of Truth

Tonight, at the edge of dusk, I went out to supervise the Hens as they herded into the coop.  Squeaky was in there first, to make sure she gets the best spot on the roost.  Next, the Squatter twins.  Then Cagney, who cheeps from inside to incite her sisters to get a move on.  Last of all,  The Lumbering Broiler Babes.  They waddle like a ten month pregnant woman.  They summoned all resources to make the hop up into the doorway.  Then, they just stood there.  It is actually true.  That horrible rhyme I heard as a child as mean spirited girls jumped rope in the schoolyard: 

"Fatty, Fatty, Two by Four, Can't get through the Kitchen Door."*  It's true.  They were too fat to fit through the little doorway.  I had to take them around to the side and use the Clean Out Door. 

This is the 2x4 which divides the doorway and kept the big goats out of the chicken feed.  As of the close of this evening,  it also keeps the BIG BROILER BABES out of the chicken feed as well, although you would never know it by looking at them. 

Thank goodness they are being harvested tomorrow.  And I know that they aren't too big to fit through the freezer door.    I measured just in case. 
 

*There are two versions of the above jump-rope song.  One, dating back to the 1920's (at the least) is mean, but not disgusting.  The other, dating from the mid-60's is foul and disgusting and I am not referring to that one, thank you very much.