Our friends recently got some chickens, and last Friday the poor bird got his toe stepped on...the vet's was closed for the weekend....being a nurse and having worked at a vet's office in the past evidently qualified me to take a look at the chicken...
I offered up a prayer as I walked out to the driveway, "God, please give me wisdom, I don't know anything about chicken's feet!!"
The toe looked swollen and crooked... after deciding the lump wasn't where a joint would be, I concluded a broken toe must be the answer...
What would you do for a broken chicken's toe? 
slowly and gently pull the toe straight... bandage tape and q-tips to splint it...
poor fellow, I don't think he appreciated the addition to his foot...
Originally, I had wanted to start working as a nurse this summer... but it seems I've still been able to have some interesting "nursing" experiences just being at home--from my grandma's heart attack to setting broken chicken toes.
I used to think I wanted to be a vet. And I guess there's still that side of me that would enjoy being a small town vet. But I'm glad that God had a better plan. A plan that involved working with people and not just animals, but also a plan that still lets me help out with the little things of the animal world too... I'm glad for the those little things of life, and glad that my big God cares about something like broken chicken toes.
