When you have a migraine and the weather is cold, wet, windy and hailing - all at once... when you go out to feed the chickens, beware who comes with you.
This was me, yesterday. One of the dogs followed me out (Ella, Goldilocks' dog). And of course one of the game hens was out too - they're much smaller than normal hens and fly well, so if they want out, they get out.
So there I am, standing on a slippery muddy area inside the chicken run, one hand holding the gate I'm trying to close, one hand holding the bucket of food. Meanwhile I'm trying to get the game hen inside the run, stop the dog from chasing her, and keep the rest of the birds at bay because they'll jump into the food bucket if I take my time, or get out and give Ella more to chase.
Aaaaaand... that's when it happened. My feet slipped out from under me, I hit the ground in a rush, banged my head (which, due to the migraine, was already excruciatingly painful) on the fence hard enough to leave me with an egg-sized lump, cut my hand on the gate and ended up lying on chook-poo covered ground. To add insult to injury, I also managed to pull the gate off its hinges too. So now I have to fix that too.
After I got back inside and cleaned up I went to bed and stayed there.