Cow Flapped Fibula

Friday evening about five o clock.

Gorgeous, cool, crisp, early-ing dusk,

Moving fast to make it on time,

daughter’s first middle school play,

rolled two steps into one,

usually put hay in the field,

then put cow and horse out,


let cow loose, horse loose,

carrying hay, good green hay,

the always hungry critters began to pull out tufts

from my arms, I put my long legs into motion,

running ahead of them, moving fast,

didn’t see what I slipped on, but I slipped and fell,


heard a pop, felt a pop,

to make a long story short,

I broke my fibula on a cow flap,

I crawled out of the way of hooves,

my eight year old son ran to get help,

nice clean break,

breaking a whole lot of things

can’t drive,

can’t run,






put weight it on

for weeks



Kelp for the Critters. My son, William, and I collected this on a private beach in Gloucester. When it is dry the cows will love it. Rather messy and stinky now. Of course, Dizzy, the mini-horse ate some of it. She’ll eat anything. She even guzzled all the milk in the milkbucket the other night.