The Littles and I went out to trim chicken wings yesterday morning. We've had a couple hop the fence and not make it back to the coop over night, which isn't safe for them. I caught a hen, and just as I was picking her up, the rooster attacked me. Spur to the back of my right hand, right across the vein. That left me pretty useless for hay yesterday. It's still swollen today, but doesn't hurt nearly as bad. Rooster's name is now Asshole. I couldn't even trim their wings afterward, couldn't work the scissors. The Bigs had to take over for me, while Husband poured a gallon of peroxide on my hand and bandaged me up.
More hay today, then off to the park. Happy Canada Day!