mmm... chicken.

So, it's been 6 weeks since my graceful fall. I limped along for a few weeks and just this past week am finally NOT limping, bending my knee, and have actually gone up stairs without pain (coming down is still not quite perfect yet!). I did end up getting a CT scan done when the leg got to this point:

It just showed severe soft tissue damage and the treatment was a brace and stay off of it (apparently I have a post in my foot that prevents me from having an MRI done... who knew?!?). Staying off of it... yeah, I'll get right on that. 


Meanwhile, my broilers came (along with 3 Plymouth Barred Rock girls to add to my egg layers) and it is truly indescribable how fast they grow, how much they eat, and how much they stink! I have experience with chickens, but these are really franken-chickens... meant to be used solely for their meat. They aren't pumped full of nastiness or any chemicals, just selectively bred to grow big, really fast. And, they are going to be completely organic (because I pretty much know everything they are eating and drinking and doing all day long!), so that's an exciting thought. However, they aren't pretty. They don't have good personalities. They aren't anything like "my girls". It's pretty easy to not get attached to them. We've got 2 weeks left 'til d-day... 

2 weeks old. L: Barred Rock / R: Broiler

4 weeks old.

6 weeks old.

Now, excuse me while I go find the perfect wing sauce recipe!