Last Thursday night the dogs went berserk because a fox was about.
We’ve had yet another round of virus at my work. I was mostly over mine but had given Allison a good dose.
We hadn’t yet locked the chickens up, so I raced outside to do so. It was dark already, and our (three!) torches were not in their drawer.
I have very good night vision, so I didn’t worry. But it was an overcast night with no moon or stars, just inky darkness.
I carefully picked my way to the chickens and locked them up by the light of my little mobile phone. Then I walked back over the grass to go back in the house.
I had forgotten that we had left out a large goose cage.
I hit it hard below the knee; it shredded my work pants. I rolled over and hit the other edge in the chest, shredding my work shirt. I kept rolling and face planted badly. There was a flash of light.
I staggered into the house, bleeding everywhere, and suffering concussion. Days later, I’m still covered with scratches.
PS — we have four baby geese (goslings).