On Friday I said to my husband that I had to blog on Monday and had absolutely no idea what to say. He commented, ‘Don’t worry the family are coming, something’s sure to happen that you can use.” Very prophetic. We are currently looking after chooks, a dog and other animals for neighbours as well. great, feeding chooks is a fun thing to do with our grandson.
On the first day, before everyone had arrived, I fed the chooks one particularly stroppy ram bunted me hard in the backside. No problem, I thought. A hard smack on its nose and it moved away. Next day, accompanied with two year old grandson, daughter and a friend we went collecting eggs. As I moved from one shed to the next I was attacked by the ram. He bunted me at a run, sent me flying. Sprawled on the ground, I was yelling to get my grandson out of there while the ram got in two more hits . As he lined up for the fourth my daughter and friend threw buckets at him while I scrambled to my feet. My grandson might’ve learned a new word at that moment, though all he said was Granny had a boo boo on her arm from the sheep.
So then I visited A and E where I was x-rayed for broken ribs and a broken arm. When I told the doctor not to laugh at why I was there he very seriously told me, ‘No way. Rams are notorious for breaking people’s bones.’ Thanks a lot, I thought. I grew up on a sheep farm, used to piggy back the rams, took them to calf club day at school, and today I can only think the best place for them is in the roasting pan.
The good news is – no broken bones, only seriously bruised ones. And I have first hand experience of an A and E department to use in a book sometime. Will I be asking my husband for ideas to blog again? No way. But he did a great babysitting job while we were at the hospital.
Has anyone else had a run in with an animal?