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,

instead

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,

hard,

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,

can’t

can’t

can’t

can

not

put weight it on

for weeks

damn

Productive Farm Day

The field is shockingly dry and green for April. Annabelle can not believe her good luck. I, however, am worried about the dryness.

This morning was very productive:

Planted more seedlings – including more tomatoes, asparagus, watermelon, cantaloupe, and kale.

Also planted some lettuce in outside pots.

Then worked in the barn.

I cleaned out a pile of old unused hay.  Some  hay gets moist from the cement, some hay the animals don’t like, so I always end up with some old hay.  I spread this hay over the field where I hope to have better grass grow.  The seeds will fall from the hay and grow; and the hay will act as mulch.

Then I took pieces of old paneling and old plywood and put them above the walkway in the barn.  The chickens have been roosting in the barn rafters for quite a while.

My personal nightmare is that one will poop, and will go down the back of my shirt.

I always wear a hood in the barn.

Whenever I have visitors I’ll say, “Don’t look up but there is a chicken right over you so you might want to move.”

The visitor invariably looks up.

Luckily no one has gotten poop in their eyes yet.

This old house is always under construction so when I saw these two biggish pieces of wood I knew just where to put them.

It will soon be too warm to wear a hood, and I really don’t want that poop down my back or even on my head.

Then Dizzy and I did some “hauling”.

(Isn’t hauling a great word? Every time I say it I think about swearing, chewing tobacco, and calling myself a trucker or a teamster!)

Dizzy was very energetic so I also got my run in.

I do wonder what my neighbors think when they look out their window and see me chasing that tiny horse and her sled across the field.

In the process of moving all the hay I deliberately disrupted two of the chickens’ nests.  So I set up two new nests, in much more convenient spots than they had been using.

I love watching the chickens figure out where to lay their eggs.

They wandered all over the barn, clucking, and poking their little noses into every nook and cranny trying to decide what to do.

No one liked the new nests – today.

I’ll bet that by the end of the week they’ll give in and use the new nests.

Now I think it’s time for a shower and some lunch.