When my husband was building the run he put in another door. It actually allows you to get to a tiny, dark walkway between the garage and our neighbor’s fence. It is a scary place to walk, and it has old fence poles from previous owners. I couldn’t imagine why in the world we would need access to that space from the run. Wes put it in any way, he said just in case we needed access, and I continued to shake my head.
One evening I was doing chicken chores when little farm chick came to join me. She pulled the door shut from the inside and suddenly I heard a click. She’d locked us in. The latch to our main door had totally engaged and we were stuck. I panicked for a bit, but then I remembered that door, the one that I thought had been so silly. There are times I’m especially grateful for Wes’s ingenuity.
Oh, and I will neither confirm nor deny if I’ve gotten locked in again, while on my own.