It’s a Dangerous Job But Someone Has To Do It.
As I was closing up the coop last night, I picked up the feeder and collected the egg. Stepping over the lower fence my toe caught in the web.
With my hands full I went down with a humph, fell on my rump so hard it took my breath away. I laid there wondering if I had cracked my coccyx.
What did it matter if I did? Nothing to do for a broken tailbone. I labored to my feet, hoisted myself over the fence and limped back to the house.
Man, I can’t wait until I get a regular gate to the chicken run. It’ll be so much easier.
And the egg I was holding?
It didn’t break.
