Madison's Regatta in the background
Booms, and wind ups. The short sound of engines on the waters. The Regatta's on!
Double click on picture to enlarge.
Whatever stung me yesterday did not kill me, but there is a creepy crawly feeling inside my arm, as though something is inching its way up my arm. I swear you can see something move under the skin, maybe like a muscle contraction or something. A little weird, I guess, but apparently I will survive.
Our little fledgling is still alive as well. Today I placed him in the bathroom for a while so he could exercise his flappers a bit, He managed to get up to the windowsill, so that seemed progress, made me hopeful that going outside could be worthwhile. We brought the cats in, and bird and I went for a walk, he inside the cat carrier, listening for any momma bird voices. There were none, so we came back to the yard. He hopped about a little, and attempted flight of some sort. He made it about 5 feet away and about a four-inch higher plane. I started getting sunburned waiting for him to do something else, so I plopped him in the grass, with the husky mix trying to get a few licks on him. I dug about the yard a bit, a not-very-good example as a momma bird looking for worms. It took me about five minutes to find any, it is so dry here, but as soon as I found one, the bird started getting excited, so obviously he knows what these are. Still using the other homemade formula for him too, so he is getting a balanced diet it seems.
What do I know? Birds eat often, he squawks every half hour for feeding. Easting about 5 decent sized worms, plus some other mixed stuff, so I spend more time finding and fixing than he spends eating. This is not fun. He seems to be getting a little better at sitting on his stick, too. I put a branch in the bathroom so he can flit about in there a little. I sure hope this works and I can let him go in a day or so and that somehow, he manages to be able to find and eat on his own.
As I write this, Peter Pan is on TNT, helping his kids to fly away from the island now and saying goodbye to the others. He flies away and says, “Thank you for believing.”
Such is life.
It is Saturday; the Madison Regatta is heard above the A/C. It is hot outside, so unless I am getting worms, I doubt I will be out much until the sun gets behind the trees and casts shade in the yard.
Today's collage: I have one sunflower growing in the yard; it faces North. The man across the street grows a few, and they face south.
The Wizard of Id contained a text bubble with a reference to king-size or queen-size, which means nothing more than I made a connection. The partial photo in the collage is that of the freshly washed pillow outside my window, on the side porch; the tag on the pillow is marked "Queen Size".
Somehow, it connects me.
Madison Courier had a photo of the parade: http://madisoncourier.com/SiteImages/FeaturePhoto/3104.jpg
Double click on picture to enlarge.
Whatever stung me yesterday did not kill me, but there is a creepy crawly feeling inside my arm, as though something is inching its way up my arm. I swear you can see something move under the skin, maybe like a muscle contraction or something. A little weird, I guess, but apparently I will survive.
Our little fledgling is still alive as well. Today I placed him in the bathroom for a while so he could exercise his flappers a bit, He managed to get up to the windowsill, so that seemed progress, made me hopeful that going outside could be worthwhile. We brought the cats in, and bird and I went for a walk, he inside the cat carrier, listening for any momma bird voices. There were none, so we came back to the yard. He hopped about a little, and attempted flight of some sort. He made it about 5 feet away and about a four-inch higher plane. I started getting sunburned waiting for him to do something else, so I plopped him in the grass, with the husky mix trying to get a few licks on him. I dug about the yard a bit, a not-very-good example as a momma bird looking for worms. It took me about five minutes to find any, it is so dry here, but as soon as I found one, the bird started getting excited, so obviously he knows what these are. Still using the other homemade formula for him too, so he is getting a balanced diet it seems.
What do I know? Birds eat often, he squawks every half hour for feeding. Easting about 5 decent sized worms, plus some other mixed stuff, so I spend more time finding and fixing than he spends eating. This is not fun. He seems to be getting a little better at sitting on his stick, too. I put a branch in the bathroom so he can flit about in there a little. I sure hope this works and I can let him go in a day or so and that somehow, he manages to be able to find and eat on his own.
As I write this, Peter Pan is on TNT, helping his kids to fly away from the island now and saying goodbye to the others. He flies away and says, “Thank you for believing.”
Such is life.
It is Saturday; the Madison Regatta is heard above the A/C. It is hot outside, so unless I am getting worms, I doubt I will be out much until the sun gets behind the trees and casts shade in the yard.
Today's collage: I have one sunflower growing in the yard; it faces North. The man across the street grows a few, and they face south.
The Wizard of Id contained a text bubble with a reference to king-size or queen-size, which means nothing more than I made a connection. The partial photo in the collage is that of the freshly washed pillow outside my window, on the side porch; the tag on the pillow is marked "Queen Size".
Somehow, it connects me.
Madison Courier had a photo of the parade: http://madisoncourier.com/SiteImages/FeaturePhoto/3104.jpg
posted by rii4u | 1:53 PM
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