I like your stile

It was raining heavily nearly all day yesterday, so most of the chickens sheltered in the cage beneath the coop.  Irene, however, couldn't care less about bad weather and likes to be outside foraging around. 

Irene

She'd popped into the coop to lay a quick egg and on her way out, found herself part-way down the ramp with further progress blocked by Maggie, who was reflecting on the joy of staying dry.    Titian was conveniently standing on the floor just below her, perfectly placed for Irene to use as a stile.   Titian being a heavy, chunky girl herself, scarcely noticed when Irene stepped on her back, jumped to the floor and tootled off into the run.