This past weekend... was interesting. On Saturday I was called and informed that my husband was in the emergency room from a "farming accident." How's that to make your knees go weak and your heart completely stop? As it turned out, he'd caught his little finger on the baler and nicked the end of the bone, requiring stitches and a splint. By the time I got to the hospital (mind you, they waited 45 minutes to call me!) he had already been discharged. I knew it was a "minor injury," but we both joked later that our hopes of a distraught-adoring-wife-racing-into-the-hospital-and-ignoring-the-nurse's-cries-that-no-visitors-are-allowed-so-she-could-race-to-his-side-and-wipe-his-brow scene were dashed by the quick turnover time.
My poor darling. He's such an example to me. An injury like that would've sidelined me for a month; I've got such a low pain tolerance and high sympathy garnering needs. He hasn't muttered so much as an "ouch" and besides requesting BBQ and homemade ice cream, he hasn't hammed this up at all! It's expected that he will have a full recovery.
On Sunday we went to the park at the river, got snowballs, and um... OH YEAH, THE EAGLE HAS LANDED! Our baby chicks have arrived!
Some plans for this week: Keep the chicks alive. Cherry harvest (starts tomorrow or Wednesday) and all the prep-work that entails.
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2 comments:
Lots of prayers going your way. I like how keeping the chick's alive is high on the priority list! :)
Hi, your baby chicks are so cute!
I know you are busy with cherries and stuff, but you might consider letting them outside to run around, or barring that, a much bigger container for them, otherwise, in a few weeks they will be fighting and pecking each other because they feel crowded...just a silly chicken thing...Good luck!
Sincerely,
Donna L.
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