06/13/2026
Depending on your age, many of us remember that classic episode of the Brady Bunch where Marcia gets hit square in the face with a football. One moment she's minding her own business, the next she's seeing stars and sporting a swollen nose.
Well, this morning, I had my own Brady Bunch moment.
While chatting on the phone with a friend about an upcoming class we're hosting here at the farm, I was making my usual roundsโwatering, feeding, and tackling morning chores.
This morning started out like every other.
Except today, I let my guard down.
While distracted by the conversation, I forgot the number one rule of raising animals:
Situational awareness.
No matter how young you raised them, how much you love them, how gentle they usually are, or how well you care for themโalways assume they have the potential to injure you.
I opened the coop door to let our laying hens out to pasture, just as I do every day. A few came running out. A few came flying out.
And as you may have guessed by now, one airborne feathered football launched itself directly into my face like it had just been released from the hands of Joe Namath throwing a last-second Hail Mary. The kind of pass you throw when you've got nothing left to lose and everything riding on the play.
Not a gentle flutter.
Not a glancing blow. A full-speed, wings-flapping, feathers-flying, gallons out collision. 8 pounds of feathered fury at 15 mph right at my face.
To say I was stunned would be an understatement.
One second I was discussing event details. The next I was questioning every life choice that had led me to being body-checked by a poultry before a 2nd cup of coffee.
Just last week I told Will that if I wore a GoPro camera around here every day, we'd be millionaires from the content alone.
After today's incident, however, I think we may need a full production crew.
Because somewhere between the escaped pigs, the beekeeping adventures, the equipment breakdowns, the unexpected wildlife encounters, and now getting tackled by free-range poultry, I'm starting to think this place isn't a farm at all.
It's a reality show...
So if you see me with a black eye this week, rest assured, its not my husband I have to fear; its Hennifer Lopez, who I need a restraining order on...
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