Physical Therapy is not fun and games.

Had my second full day of physical therapy on my injured shoulder Friday. I did much better as I had the best therapist. Wednesday all I did was scream when he tried to stretch my shoulder.
Friday my new therapist told me I have an encapsulated cuff or shoulder. I think that means its almost frozen. I coudn't be fully frozen or I would have no movement or use of the arm at all.

I want to go to England so badly this year. All that is holding me back is the money. I even have
a place to stay in Kent, Broadstairs for a few days. It just costs so darn much to go to England and Europe now due to the money exchange being god awful.

I forgot to put up the hollyhock and flycatcher a few days ago. I just made myself a breakfast
bowl like Crystals does. Grits, sausage, scrambled eggs all mixed up in a bowl. Yummy.
My flycatcher still has babys in the tree stump. It seems like they have been feeding those
babies forever. Maybe they lost the first nesting and this is the second one. From my observations, Flycatchers are not the brightest bulbs in the bird kingdom. Seem sort of
flighty and goofy.

Must go do my therapy exercises. Ta Ra. As the english say.

A Month Behind

It is not my fault. I have had this sore shoulder for six months and just found out I have a partial torn rotator
cuff. Trust me. It is not fun. I cannot put my left hand in a sleeve, comb the back of my hair, sign checks for
accurately or raise my left arm above my waist. And MRI's are not fun either. I did not mind the noise or
the coffin like t.v. dinner tray which they slid me into the tunnel on. But, lying perfectly still for fifteen minutes
was just excruciating. I suddenly had to cough, scratch my nose, sneeze, twitch, itch........ But, I got through
it because I knew if I squeezed that little call button that we would have to start all over again at one minute.
I hope to never injure myself again enough to need an MRI. All I did was break my fall when I tripped by putting
out my left arm. It did not hurt that bad when it happened. But suddenly I started noticing my arm was not
working quite right. And sleeping in any position was painful.

So, what else is new. My owls have been gone for a month. I had a crested flycatcher with a nest in my old
tree stump. Those babies are gone now too. I never even saw the babies. Maybe the stray cat got them. He
has been looking really hungry lately. It is too hot to be a lime as Ephant says. Must be close to 100 F
today. My hollyhocks are still blooming but wilting a lot. I have saved some seeds from the magenta ones
for Kat (on my journal) I had pale pink, single flowers (those do not seem to be making seeds, grrr.) I had
double pinks, I had one cream color flower. No true reds or yellows. I plan to plant a lot more Hollyhocks
seeds this Fall. Ok, my typing hand is cramping. My meds might be wearing off. I never see anyone
read this blog. With my arm hurting I might not be posting here a lot. I start physical therapy on Monday.
My elderly friend is in the hospital and I feel sick about that. She has a respiratory infection. She is 94
years old so that is not a good thing. I hope they have ultra sound at my PT place. I hope it does not hurt
a lot. I did not feel very encouraged by my orthopedist. He just sighed when he was looking at my MRI"s
and kept saying, "what to do, what to do" Does not give you a comforting feeling. Then he said he prefers
to take a slow approach rather than an aggressive one. Ok............ Goodnight. Glad to see Wheatieboy
is back home. Here, have a hollyhock. and a flycatcher.

Help it's a Snake in the pond.

Well, the baby owls have all left. Life has gone back to normal. I thought. Until I saw this
guy sunning himself on my pond lilies. And see the big spider on top of him. Yikes. Is he
poisonous, I wonder. That's it. I am not sticking my hand in that pond again. I will clean the
filters in the top pond but I am not pulling that pump out to clean while that snake is in there.
No wonder I don't have any frogs this year.

Second owl and my hollyhocks

Well, the third owl is gone. I am going to make myself believe it fledged. The house is empty so
we took it down. No sign of trauma or eaten baby owl. I believe there was just one left. The saga of the owl family closes for this year. But I have a new owl house and next March I will be putting it in the same spot, but with a squirrel guard!! I have actual hollyhocks blooming. You would not
know this is amazing. But I live in central Florida, not the hollyhock kind of climate. A neighbor
who moved here from Georgia kindly gave me advice on growing them. I am over the moon.
So, here you go. Hollyhocks and baby owl. This is the second sibling that was in the tree. She is smaller than the one ear up owl.

Baby Owls

I believe this is a male baby owl. The other fledgling looks smaller, more petite. I bet he
was the first one out of the house. There is still a third baby owl in the house. I hope he fledges
tonight. The whole family, Mom, Dad and two siblings are waiting in the next wooded area
for him or her. It must be lonely being the last one out. I hope they come back to visit
once in a while. I am going to miss all this excitment.

Smorgasborg

Just flowers and cherries.

Two Out, One left................

Yesterday two baby owls flew the coop. I just photographed one in the tree in the next lot. There is another in the tree but he is hiding. I saw both parents and two babys in this tree. There is
still a baby looking out of the house. So, she had three babies in that little tiny house. Unless
there are two left in the house. The last one was hanging out of the house just now and looking
like he was going to jump. I kept saying to myself, no..........no........... Nobody is over here
right now. My husband said these owls are taking over my life. And then of course the darn
squirrel decided since no owls were guarding the house, he wanted to look inside. I had to shoo
him away.

Last night I was watching as a baby owl swooped out of the house. I guess there were two but by then it was getting too dark to see. And at 11pm when I checked she was moving them around
and getting them over in the next lot and they were making a heck of a lot of noise. Good thing
no cats were around. So, two down, one to go. The last one looks so lost and lonely. I know,
I know, I gotta get a life. Well, this is my life. I am a bird geek. And this is my first up close
experience with owls. Ok, maybe I will get better photographs later today. Here is one
baby, out in the world. Cute little bugger.