Oh it's 8AM and I want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my head. Yesterday I managed to get into the ortho's in the city and found out I most likely tore the cartilage in my knee. I have an MRI scheduled for Monday and then it's probably surgery time. I asked about a brace and crutches and the doctor told me that I should just stay in bed until then. Yeah, like that's gonna happen.
Then there's my poor husband. Since I can barely hobble he's had to cook, clean, do the laundry, fix the tractors, do the grocery shopping, fetch me things, get the ground ready for planting, take care of the dogs and the chickens, shuttle me to the doctor's, deal with a drugged up wife, and all sorts of other things I forgot to mention. Plus go to work everyday. And he's done it without complaining.
Until this morning when he got up to find our new coop had flipped over in the night and is lying on its roof about 50 ft from where it's supposed to be. It's supposed to storm all day and he had no choice but to throw up some temporary fencing and go to work, hoping for the best.
Now there's no way I can just sit in the house knowing that the animals in our care are in danger. For those of you who don't know- a wet chicken is a dead chicken. I foolishly tried to flip the coop back over or push it closer or something. It didn't work. (Are you surprised?) I tried to coax them to the old coop. That didn't work. Meanwhile there's a nice big hawk circling overhead. The only thing I could thing of to do was walk down to the road and grab the garbage can (thank God it was garbage night) and drag the big garbage can up the hill into the back pasture. I put it down on the ground and threw some food in. Hopefully, the stupid chickens will think to get into the garbage when the storms hit. It's not really big enough but it's the best I can do.
It's survival of the fittest at our farm today.