Some days end up entirely different from how you envisioned them.
Yes, some times you just cannot see what lies around the next corner.
Yesterday was that sort of day.
It all started with a fabulous sunrise.
I was so glad that I had my camera with me as I went about early morning chores...
for this was a sunrise to share!
I love to see my critters happily munching away in front of a fiery sunrise.
I finished up morning chores alone...
alone as I had been for the previous 5 days.
Hubbs had left last Tuesday for an educational event in Florida.
Why didn't I go along?
And to Disney at that!
Well, sometimes it is just easier to stay and hold down the fort than it is to go.
Especially because he was to be sooooooo busy that he would not be able to play.
Back to the sunrise.....
For some reason yesterday when I saw that "red sun in the morning",
the words "sailors take warning" echoed in my head.
Not giving this a second thought,
I dove into the second stage of morning chores.
I had asked our neighbor, Anna, who often helps out on the farm,
to come that morning and help me with some big chores.
On the list was cleaning henhouses, trimming goat hooves, and cleaning sheep houses.
Henhouses were cleaned without a hitch.
Goat hooves were trimmed...
well, 3 out of 4 were trimmed.
The last, Stella, is always the most difficult...
Literally.
Catching her is next to impossible.
But, with high snow to slow her down,
Anna and I were game.
That is until I was taken out of the game.
You see, I dove through the air to catch her as she ran between me and the fence.
Unfortunately, she got away, and the fence got me.
I sailed through the air striking the fencepost headfirst and saw stars.
A searing flash of pain shot through the front of my forehead,
as well as my nose and cheek.
Realizing that I had also struck the rusty salt block holder,
I slowly lifted my head to a gush of blood running down my face.
Yes, those are puddles of blood in the snow...my blood, sadly.
Stella...1, Bev....0
Fencepost....2
Looks like I came out the loser on this one.
Back to the house to clean my wounds,
and I called Hubbs on FaceTime so that he could give me a video consultation
to assess my wounds.
A one inch gash on my forehead could have been stitched... I opted to ignore it after cleaning it up.
After all.... who cares about a scar under one's bangs.
The left side of my nose was missing a layer of skin and swollen...but nothing was broken.
Bruised and battered, with flesh wounds and a whopping headache,
I spent the rest of the day recovering in the house.
Anna tended to the rest of the days' chores.
Hubbs flew home from Florida on schedule.
(He might not go away and leave me again.)
And I had a visit from Mackenzie and her Daddy... to make sure that I didn't have a head injury
that resulted in neurological changes that might not be detected were I alone.
I was fine.
I sure didn't plan for the day to go like that!
I guess that's why they call them accidents.
Back to the top of the "To Do" list: Trim Stella's hooves!
PS....Happy February!!
Comments
Ouch for sure . .
Never in the plan when they occur . . .
How about a quiet day today!
Thinking of you . . .
Perhaps something like that could work, although it might be in the way frequently. I sit for horses, and your whole body is usually involved in everything you do for them!!
So glad you weren't hurt worse!!! Karla from Coal City, IL
That sunrise was absolutely beautiful! Wow! Thank you for sharing this amazing picture.
Have a wonderful, much better week.
Beate
Rita
Take care dear friend
fondly,
Penny