.... to help me with the chickens!!!!
Tonight, after dark, I went out to the coop to move the extra cockerel into the small isolation coop, so that it would be easier to hand him over to his new owner tomorrow. I asked DH to hold the flashlight for me. Coop, and run (and whole property, really) is on a hill, and kind of slippery at this time of year - mud and ... stuff ;, especially in the run). So, first thing that DH does upon entering the run is to slip and fall. And then, not get up because his foot hurts. No way that I can support him, on one foot, back to the house ... so I call 911, making sure to tell them that this was just a slip/slide, and not a stroke, or vertigo, or heart attack. But forgetting to tell them that we have a steep drive, and small turnaround at the top. So, a short time later, four strapping young men are there to help me move my injured husband - with ambulance and fire engine. The fire engine had to back down the drive, because I couldn't let them know soon enough not to drive up
. DH ended up in the ER, with a badly broken ankle, and the likelihood of surgery soon. Cockerel is still with his mates, and will have to wait awhile longer for his new home, and personal harem.
And DH is off the hook. Next time I need help with the chooks I will see if I can't do it myself.
Tonight, after dark, I went out to the coop to move the extra cockerel into the small isolation coop, so that it would be easier to hand him over to his new owner tomorrow. I asked DH to hold the flashlight for me. Coop, and run (and whole property, really) is on a hill, and kind of slippery at this time of year - mud and ... stuff ;, especially in the run). So, first thing that DH does upon entering the run is to slip and fall. And then, not get up because his foot hurts. No way that I can support him, on one foot, back to the house ... so I call 911, making sure to tell them that this was just a slip/slide, and not a stroke, or vertigo, or heart attack. But forgetting to tell them that we have a steep drive, and small turnaround at the top. So, a short time later, four strapping young men are there to help me move my injured husband - with ambulance and fire engine. The fire engine had to back down the drive, because I couldn't let them know soon enough not to drive up
. DH ended up in the ER, with a badly broken ankle, and the likelihood of surgery soon. Cockerel is still with his mates, and will have to wait awhile longer for his new home, and personal harem.And DH is off the hook. Next time I need help with the chooks I will see if I can't do it myself.
OMG.
Seriously, I hope his ankle gets better without requiring surgery. That's awful! 
