Your "no good deed" philosophy is right on target here, too. A couple of years ago, I was trying to offer treats to a brand-new rescue donkey. He was supposed to be a companion to my Jerry, whose sibling had died earlier in the year.
Jerry either didn't want to share treats or just plain hated his new roomie. His response was to take me to the ground (as he would have done to any coyote attacking my ruminants). In a pair of windmilling attacks, he managed to break my pelvis in two places. He, however, failed in two other possibilities -- crushing my skull or destroying any internal organs.
I now have two plates and 12 screws inserted after a trip to see the only doctor in Iowa who performs this particular type of repair -- some three hours from here.
Both the new donkey and Jerry were picked up by the rescue group and rehomed. But, believe me, I will never forget them. It was more than 3 months before I could walk without a walker or wheeling about in a chair. For the next 3 months, I was pretty wobbly and to this day, my balance is still a bit off. Sometimes, I think I want to go one way, and my right hip area chooses a different direction. Life is an adventure -- and you will get lots of mileage out of the story you get to tell.
Merry Christmas anyway!!!
OMG, glad you're ok & recovering. Hopefully your wife listens but I can understand her concern with the Duckies & eggs. Is there a neighbor that could lend a hand, checking on her couple times a day? She just needs to be careful IF she decides to tend the Duckies.
Take care and Merry Christmas to you, hope you'll be allowed to go home soon.
