Hobbling, at the moment.
I'd gone into the sheep pen to give them their nightly grain ration, since what with all the extra security we've had to install fencing-wise, I can no longer reach through from the outside to fill the 4 separate food dishes that are necessary to spread the sheep out enough to prevent mayhem. Of course, since I was walking through with a full scoop of grain, you can imagine all the excitement. Sheep were milling around me, dancing with joy. The usual.
Until our lovely ram, Orion, who was swinging his head around in sheer joie de vivre, ("Woohoo! There's going to be grain!!") caught me a mighty crack with his horn right on the side of my knee.
I dropped like a stone.
Holding a scoop of grain.
In the middle of a crowd of eight sheep.
Eight sheep who live for the eating of grain.
Eight sheep who will cheerfully butt their own mothers or their own children out of the way in order to get more grain.
There I was, surrounded by eight sheep of various sizes, on my butt in a mixture of equal parts dirt and sheep poop, holding a scoop of grain over my head, trying not to cry since my knee hurt so bad, and cursing a blue streak. (I actually saw the blue streak. It was the most amazing shade of cobalt with little flecks of electric blue dazzling through it...)
I literally couldn't get back to my feet. a) It hurt really bad, and b) there were too many sheep focusing on the grain in my clutches to give me room to move.
Luckily my cell phone was in my pocket. And Madman is on speed-dial. He sounded a little puzzled when he answered his phone - like, why would I possibly be calling when he was right there in the house and I was only out in the yard doing chores - but he came bustling out quick when I'd explained the "I've fallen and I can't get up (with sheep)" situation.
A little ice, and I expect I'll be good as new. But, damn, that hurt.
Next time we discuss getting animals, I'm voting for guinea pigs. At least they can't knock me down.