No sooner had David filled the copper bird bath with warm water than the Starlings descended chasing all the smaller birds away. The exception … the Blue Jay who governs our backyard, and is really a crow in blue feathers.
After the Jay chased the larger birds away, one lone Finch came to drink. David says he will refill the bird bath after he finishes shaving. By then the Starlings should have moved on to yards with platform feeders. We got rid of our platform feeder after we found a raccoon in it one morning. Today, we have one extended feeder with multiple openings only the smaller birds can use along with two squat feeders with ledges even the squirrels can grasp. I bought the squat feeders with a grab bars large enough for the Cardinals.
Next year, I am buying a heated bird bath. I tried the fountain with circulating water a few years ago when our winters were balmy, however the fish froze in 2010, along with the water. Seemed like a good idea before then.
David and I had our first seated yoga class (offered through the hospital) yesterday, and I woke up this morning in so much pain I couldn’t drive to the pool. Given the cold water on Monday, that seemed best. I should be able to get back to the pool on Friday (Hope is eternal).
Seema, our yoga instructor, an American Indian girl, retains an accent, although her English is somewhat British. She played the lovely background music on a recorder. Once upon a time I knew the names of some of the Indian instruments, especially the stringed one (Sitar?) that reminds me of the Zither played in Appalachia (Blue Grass), but my memory has faded.
Seema had us do many arm and leg motions, lifting and such, and regular Hatha yoga poses from our chairs, like the Warrior pose. I knew I shouldn’t have tried it as soon as I did it, but I did it anyway and today I am suffering the results. My hip is simply not quite ready for this stretch.
Our pups go for their annual exam this morning. So far, knock on wood, we haven’t had the medical problems or expenses with Johnny and Clare we had with Max and Peaches. Nevertheless, after the exams, shots, monthly meds, etc. the vet bill will run several hundred dollars. What was I thinking when I entertained the notion of a third dog? We can’t pay the freight on another pet at this time, and probably never again. Most of our ‘extra’ money goes for own meds. Even with health insurance and Medicare, I spend close to $900 every quarter on the co-pay for meds. And, most of my meds are generic. Three of my prescriptions, including Celebrex are full cost. For some reason, the cost of these medicines has increased every year. Why should that be the case? Yes, I know the pharmacos must recover their developmental costs, but these constantly increasing costs are obscene, especially as I know the unit costs of production must be decreasing as more and more Baby Boomers discover the cost of arthritis.
God help all of us if we didn’t have Medicare and Social Security.