I've Fallen and Can't Get Up

Just another post about how life for us is never lacking excitement, i mean entertainment. We, (more at my pushing then DH's) decided to move the chicken house to the south side of the barn. Easier access in winter to water, heat for the water dish, and sheltered more from the north and east winds. Today was the day for that. In order to move it DH had to get the bucket off the tractor and put the forks?? on it, the look something like this.

Picture chickens running loose, 18 of them, a dog that is obsessed with them, and then us or rather ME helping. It had to be quite a sight to see. Hauling this dog fence across the yard that was taller then me and possibly heavier and then DH pushing it WAY to fast thru a pile of weeds. I had to chuckle b/c i was certain this was hilrious for those up above watching us.
Got the fence up and the house set and now it was time to get the chickens.(DH still needs to cut a door for them to go in and out from) I knew it was going to be quite a task. That is was. DH is trying to help and I have my bucket of mash trying to lure them to the house with it. DH decides to help to which he thinks he has them  coming and starts yelling 'go go GO' !!!  I GO GO GO all right, right in to the bucket! That's right i fell right over backwards in to it. Total slow motion. I was like don't hit my head, what's going to happen to my back and please don't let those chickens attack me, and my gosh don't spill the MASH!!
It felt like i laid there forever. You know when you fall so hard you could puke? that was me not to mention my arm! My arm was hurting. I heard DH say 'oh NO!' and he was standing there looking at me. Not sure what was all going to hurt, but at the moment  I needed to just take a breath of air. He thought he'd just lift me up. Couldn't do that cause my arm hurt. At which point we're trying to figure how i can get up, mind you my feet are still up in the air on the bucket. He comes over to help and the next thing i know there are chickens getting ready to peck at my crotch b/c i spilled all the mash. They are standing on my legs and my worse fear of being pecked to death could quite possibly become  a reality. OK not literally, but none the less. I wanted out. DH got me picked up and here I sit to tell the story. Not sure how my arm is going to look in the hours and days to come, but it hurts.
At last another story for the blog:) And here are pictures of course!!
The bucket I fell in to:

I went in the house, frustrated as all heck. DH I think knew better then to follow me in:) Here he is trying to round up chickens:

While I was finishing up this post DH started up the combine and chickens went everywhere. I went out and helped round them up. Here is some videos:) Please pardon our messy barn/outside. As soon as we have some $$ we will tin the barn and make it look 100 times better.

Oh lovely now I see I can't upload videos. I'll have to work on that.