To err is human, but when the eraser wears out ahead of the pencil, you’re overdoing it – Josh Jenkins
Those oops days – we all have ‘em. Sometimes it’s because someone goes through or over a fence in the middle of the night and gets herself bred out of season. Sometimes it’s because you overestimate the strength of a chicken coop. Sometimes it’s because no one taught you basic skills when you were young, so you’re not in the habit of picking up after yourself.
Sometimes the oops moment is related to your overstuffed memory. I’ve always said that as we get older, our brains get full. According to the researchers, it’s not so much that your memory gets worse as you get older. The problem is you have more trouble retrieving certain things. The stuff is there – when you wake temporarily at 3 AM, it will pop out the location of X or the last name of Y – that fact you couldn’t pull up some hours earlier. You just can’t get to it at the instant you need it. When I’m trying to excavate that little detail I know I know but can’t get out, I have a vision of a tiny little file clerk with rolled up sleeves and a green eyeshade, frantically running up and down the aisles of a mammoth storage facility like the one in Raiders of the Lost Ark, looking for that nugget of information I need.
To that end, some of the more noticeable oops occasions we’ve had around here.

Mr. Bobcat made the mistake of coming to call on the chickens during the morning hours.

Mama went over a fence to get herself bred out of season.

Well, at least the chickens loved it…

Better get out the shovels and the plow.

A surfeit of pears.

Hey, honey, remember that hay hook we couldn’t find?

The bear enjoyed his chicken dinner; the chickens – not so much.
A clever man (or woman, says Bee) commits no minor blunders – Johann W. von Goethe (In other words, the smarter you are, the worse you screw up. If that’s the case, we have several geniuses around here…)