My Unexpected Meeting with a Garden Tool

The goats always looking for an oppertunity to jump on me...

As anyone who has ever met the animals here at Piscataway Acres knows, the goats love to jump on people.  Thankfully they are Nigerian Dwarfs, so they are smaller and manageable, but this is what I get for spoiling them rotten.

The other day I cleaned out the barn.  This required to pull out old hay, scrape and wash the floors, and move everything out and sweep.  To remove most of the dirtier areas, I use a garden hoe.  This is very handy at grabbing hay and pulling it to where I want it.  While working, all the animals were out and sat watching me.  I think they get a thrill out of watching me clean up after them! 

I had just about finished and set the hoe down in a pile of hay.  I worked a little with the pitch fork, then turned to grab the hoe.  In cartoon fashion, my foot stepped on the hoe and up it came, the handle hitting me right in the head.  I fell back, half conscious and down to the ground I fell.  It was a hard hit.  The sheep just looked at me, shocked at the display.  The pigs grunted and weren’t sure if they should run for cover themselves.  The chickens fluttered all around.  The goats did what they normally do, they jumped on me laying there in the barn.  As the goats danced on my stomach and chest, I gathered my whits and pulled myself up.  Staggering into the house, I examined the knot on my forehead.  Not the most dignified barn cleaning, but at least it is done…