Cows get out of the barn as we're leaving for Christmas dinner, crows eat the corn, a day starts with three flat tires, the power goes out on a beautiful day, and the list could go on. Jon Katz named his farm "Bedlam". Some days I think, "Yup, sounds about right."
So tonight I was expecting to take a long shower, relax on the couch and write about Day #3 of hay. But then the chicken coop blew over. A storm rolled through this afternoon and flipped the coop onto it's roof and onto two fences. That was unexpected.
It took two chains, the "come-along", the four-wheeler and both of us, but we got the coop right side up. And at one point in the rainy, muddy process I thought "Wow, I'm thankful we both have health insurance."