More Spring Flowers and Past Relics
Last week I walked down the road and photographed the flowering tree tucked away in a corner on a small section of public land. The light was far from ideal but the tree provides a good example of spring growth. A nearby wattle was showing good colour too. The bright colours are a wonderful contrast to the drab colours of winter, apart from blue skies when they occur.
Flowering tree
Close up of flowers
Wattle tree nearby
Later that day I went to feed Floyd. He was on the floor of his aviary, unusual but not unknown. He’d been chewing industriously through the orange bin on which his water sits. That bin has been in his aviary since early 2009, if not the previous year and he’d never touched it. He’s now made quite an impact. I have no idea how long he’s been chewing but think I’d have noticed when I fed and watered him for the last time before my operation. Today he had his feet planted firmly in the centre of his seed bowl and did a funny little dance. I have no idea what is going on his brain. Just don’t want him to start plucking feathers again. He eventually took a fancy to the electrical wire I’d tied his perch to the aviary and I replaced it with plastic rope. He doesn’t appear to have touched it yet.
Floyd's handiwork
Last night my feet were cold so with time and some ingenuity I got my Ugh boots on; first alternative footwear for 4 weeks. Yesterdays walk told me that Crocs are not suitable walking shoes. Today I dragged out the shoe horn and sock applier gizmo provided by the hospital and managed to get a pair of socks and lace up shoes onto my feet. It was aided by fact that the shoelace on the operated leg shoe was knotted so I didn’t need to find a way of tying that shoelace. Today Phantom and I went for a short walk; I didn’t feel like doing the slightly longer walks we did on Monday and Tuesday. However, both shoes engaged in “sock eating” which was far from ideal.
The cleaner is arriving today and in tidying up I removed the cover from one of the dog beds for washing. It revealed Jessie’s tooth marks on the foam. I had been too slow to cover the foam so Jessie had taken advantage and indulged in one of her pastimes; chewing up foam. The dogs initially lived outside on the verandah in enormous cardboard boxes, originally housing household appliances and furnished with old lounge cushions. Jessie loved pulling the cushions out, tossing them around and then sinking her teeth into them. I spent years chasing pieces of foam around the back yard and still encounter small pieces. Eventually they issued a “possum alert” in the middle of the night and woke me. Thereafter they became inside dogs at night time.
Jessie's handiwork