So, I'm slogging around back and forth from barn to barn tending the animals in the morning (while still dark) and slip smack dab in a hefty pile of unknown slop. We have a few different varieties of animals on the property so to specifically identify the exact nature of the slop is somewhat difficult - especially when the rain has been coming down for three days.
I got up, checked for broken eggs in my pocket (only broke two, cracked three - the other five remain little gems of gold) and in any other situation I would have dusted myself off but the reality is...this isn't dust. It's mud. I'll find myself a hose before going back into the house.
Fast forward to the evening feeding schedule: There I am again, in the barn attempting to get a bale of hay off the top of the six bale stack - whoops, slipped and slammed my left thigh across the gate and did a real special endo onto my left shoulder. I lay there like a complete moron trying to determine if the pain I was feeling was from the fall or perhaps the hay hook had taken a personal and un-welcomed stab into my body.
I still don't know what happened to that hay hook - it's missing, but my left thigh looks like I rolled in blackberry pie and feels tough like an abalone.
If you are reading this I hope you are laughing.
My hope is that your chicken tending adventures are fun, fun, fun - just a little less embarrassing and painful.
I can GUARANTEE you this little darling(pictured hiding in the goat house)won't be stepping out into the rain today.
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