Wednesday Jan 6, 2010

This afternoon during my routine chores I discovered a chicken had impaled its wing on our rock rake. I tried by myself to dislodge her wing but she must have been struggling for a long time and had really dug her wing into the tines of the rake. Kicking myself for not carrying my cell with me, I then decided to go ask my neighbor for help realizing I needed another set of hands to get her free. I carried the chicken and the rake down the small hill to the neighbors door & politely knocked and waited for her reply. Not surprisingly, she looked very shocked as she opened the door to see me with the chicken and the rake. I explained my predicament and asked for her help. She courteously obliged and came outside to hold the rake as I tried to pull the chickens wing off. Some blood started to flow so I panicked & thanked the neighbor & said I better take her to the vet. I thanked her for her time and went about getting ready to travel 20 minutes to our vets office. First, I put the chicken/rake in the minivan. Then, I went inside to call the vet's office & advise them I was on my way - lucky I did b/c since my last visit they have moved offices w/in the town of Germantown. I got the necessary directions and hopped in the van with my dog Blue by my side. I required him to sit on the front seat so as not to bother the chicken in her condition. As we traveled to the vets I began to think to myself "we (my husband & I) really need to start journalling all the stuff that happens at the farm". There are SO many stories that people would not believe, we should really start writing this stuff down. Which is why today of all days I have decided to begin this BLOG of our time on our farm. Some of the stuff is funny, some sad, and some downright unbelieveable! To me this story qualifies under the last category. Anyway, I digress....so I get to the vets office, she meets me outside, helps me and the chicken into the examining room and it takes FOUR of us (myself, the vet, 2 vet techs) to pull the chicken free. Amazingly, nothing is broken and only 3 little drops of blood land on the exam table. The vet gets the appropriate meds for our patient and sends me home with a smile.
CRAZY, right? Let me tell you it is a rare day at the farm that is dull.
Just wait, you'll see! Keep reading.
IF for some reason tomorrow is a dull day I will recant a story from a previous day!