First, some GOOD lumps – the girls are laying again!
Last Thursday I was surprised by a pale little egg, laid by one of our blue Wyandottes. Did one of the four get wind of my thoughts that as the heaviest hens, they were most likely to grace a neighbor's stew pot?
Over the weekend our new neighbors did chores while we visited the college boy (watch for a catch-up post on that), and they collected three more eggs. This morning, there was a green egg to add to the basket. Woot; stays of execution for all!
That green egg has a story to tell. I picked it up on the way to the barn to do chores. Poppy was on a leash since her recall is unreliable; I secured her in the barn aisle and set the egg up high on the hay stack out of her reach since she once grabbed and ate one. I went to get Lance's medicine, and when I returned, Poppy's harness was hanging limp from the end of her retractable leash! My eyes followed the sound of her bell up on the hay stack and I spotted her ears; when I called, she reluctantly made her way back down – carrying that egg. Amazingly, she turned it over intact and completely undamaged, solidifying the "Retriever" entry on her resumé. 😁
Two weeks after impact, my bruise is fading but the underlying tissue is still quite tender and the goose-egg lump remains. If it were just cosmetic I could ignore it, but that lump doesn't like being jarred by jumping or running. Rick ultrasounded it again last night; he says it is both seroma and hematoma. If I were a horse, he would open it up and remove the clot and excess fluid so the skin could seal down and heal better, although he thinks the muscle itself is permanently damaged. I have a virtual appointment on Thursday to see what a human doctor would advise; I trust Rick's expertise but am not comfortable with him slicing into my leg. 😳
More to come from . . .