As I was coming home this morning, I came around the corner on our road & discovered an older man walking out of the brush from the creek that runs along the front of our property.
Me: "Hey there. Can I help you?"
Old Man: "Uh, yeah. I'm trying to get my car."
Me: "Your car. IN THERE?!"
Old Man: "Yeah, we crashed."
Me: "We? Sir who is with you?"
Old Man: "My two grand daughters."
My heart sank.
Just about that time, I hear kids yelling my daughter's name from our front porch.
Me: Looking at the confused old guy "Are you okay?"
Old Man: "Yes. My granddaughters are up there trying to get help."
In a flash I drove up to my house & recognized the girls. They went to school with my daughters. They knew that was our house & were banging on our front door trying to get someone to answer for help. To make a very long story short....the girls & their grandpa were a little banged up. Thankfully they had their seatbelts on & walked away with only a few bruises.
Here is a picture of the accident scene. Thankfully they were able to get out. Otherwise I am sure that we would not have found them until we went to feed the chickens this evening. The car was literally nose down in the creek bed covered by the trees & brush. And could only be seen from the side of the creek next to the coop, especially since it was just feet from the coop!
Just as I was thinking that I needed to post something good to make up for my blogging hiatus, I get some action in my own front yard! Again, just thankful that everyone is doing okay.