Battle Wounds....

I always like it when Blake and Jeff are outside working together on some type of project. But... almost everytime, Blake gets hurt... and fails to tell me about it until much later! Yesterday it was time to clean out the calf shed. Jeff had the skidloader in the barn cleaning out all of the manure, and Blake was right out there with him. He was using the pitchfork and trying to move hay, was wanting to ride in the skidloader with Jeff, and was climbing on the gates. He managed to climb on top of the cattle chute and was just sitting up there watching Jeff move things about. Well just as he was perched up there, Jeff caught the bottom of the chute with the skidloader bucket and lifted it up off of the ground, letting it slam down on the concrete..... completely bucking Blake right off of it. Now instead of Blake falling to the ground, his little 55 pound body slid through the rungs of the chute and he hung upside down by his hands with his feet caught in the rungs!!! Jeff said it scared him (& Blake) to death and he said that he was lucky he caught himself or he would have ended up head first onto the manure covered cement. I'm not sure how he only ended up with this scrape on his back (& a bruise on his butt that I couldn't photograph!)!! He sure was lucky. That's always been Blake - "lucky"! He's had plenty of mishaps and thank heavens he always comes out fine! He worries me to death!