- Joined Mar 19, 2019
Many years ago, we had a flock of chickens that we raised from a mail order lot of 25 chicks, all hens. We'd let them out of the coop in the morning and latch the coop around sundown after they had all gotten up on their roosting rails. One afternoon, my glasses were bothering me as one of the nose pads had rubbed me raw so I took them off. I got a scoop full of chicken scratch (AKA chicken candy) and went to the backyard to check on the flock. I sat down in a lawn chair and started throwing scratch to all of the chickens who had gathered to get their treat and letting some eat it out of my hand. These were pretty tame chickens and used to the kids catching and holding them so they were pretty friendly. One hopped up on my left leg as I was sitting there and turned her head to look at me. Chicken's eyes are on the side of their heads so they cock their heads to look at something since their eyes don't see well straight in front of them. She must have seen something interesting and being a chicken decided to peck as it is their nature when checking something out. So, in a flash, she pecked me in my left eye! I jumped up screaming bloody murder from the pain and scattered all the chickens as I headed for the back door. My wife heard the commotion and came running to see what I was screaming about and helped me wash my eye and put some peroxide on it as well to prevent infection, which was almost as bad as being pecked. The eye was still hurting like hell the next day so she took me to the immediate care medical center to have it looked at. The nurse took me back and checked all my vitals and asked "What can we do for you today?" I meekly responded "I've been pecked in the eye by a chicken". She looked at me and after a long pause said, "Now, do you want to tell me what REALLY happened?" So, I repeated myself and after a bit of back and forth she finally understood what my problem was and went for the doctor. The doctor was full of questions so I had to explain it all once again and he examined my eye and told me I had a torn Cornea and needed to go to the Ophthalmologist and gave me a prescription for the pain. So, the next day I went to see Dr. Thota who was a middle-aged lady from India with a bit of an accent. So, I told her what happened and she started laughing and hooting about it. At least the folks at Immediate care were professional enough not to fall down laughing at me. She examined my eye and asked how in the world could I be pecked in the eye since I couldn't see without my glasses and I once again explained why I wasn't wearing my glasses which again elicited another round of her hooting and laughing up a storm and expounding "I'ts Kismet, it must be Kismet!" She put a patch over my eye and prescribed some medicines telling me it would heal in time and the jolly doctor sent me on my way. This Thursday I've got to go see another eye doctor who is also going to "Poke me in the same left Eye" and take out my cataracted lens and replace it with a new clear and apparently carved up lens so I won't need glasses to see with except for reading. I just sure hope it's better than getting poked in the eye by a chicken again...