Thursday, June 22, 2017

Cluck Honk Quack Bark, Cock-a-doodle-doo

Every morning I hear a chorus of hen, rooster, duck and geese sounds coming from a neighbor's house.  The noise has gotten louder and louder, so they must be either breeding or collecting more birds.  I wasn't really sure which house had the chicken coop until today.  Amazingly, it is a house that is probably half a mile away from mine, yet I can hear those bird sounds loud and clear.

The other day I looked up on the hill and realized that there was a new barn that hadn't been there the week before.  I made time this morning to take pictures of the barn, because I was curious if it was for horses.  Upon examination after zooming in, it is just a storage shed in the shape of a gable-roofed barn.  But in front of it, lower down the hill is a chicken coop.  That's how I found out where the noise was coming from.




They parked trailers around the shed, so the view of it is partially blocked.  Looks like they are still doing construction.  They have a stack of plywood and a stack of wooden pallets that looks to be about six-feet high.  I'm curious how they keep those chickens and geese alive with all the coyotes and bobcats around here.  This explains why I haven't seen very many in my yard lately.  They've got easier pickin's up the hill.  At my place, they have to chase ground squirrels and bunnies down holes.  They lose patience waiting for them to come out.  I've watched both bobcats and coyotes crouch down low by critter holes and wait to pounce on their prey.

We had one casualty to the heat this week.  A baby bunny died on my front porch.  I set a bowl of water out for the rest of them and left the dead bunny there, figuring that some predator would make a meal out of it.  It took a few days, but the body is now gone.  Usually, the bunnies chew through our drip system to get water in the summer, but our drip system has been broken for a while.

I'm still in physical therapy.  I'm discovering that there are other things that trigger my pain besides just pulling a wagon.  My therapist's goal is to help me recognize the triggers, so that I can avoid pain all together.  He identified some of my pain as being "stress pain".  What happens is something stresses me out or frightens me, my muscles contract, and that causes shooting pains in my leg.

The other day Stewie was sitting on the arm of my chair when he heard a noise and barked loudly right in my ear.  I jumped and twisted away from him, and felt an intense pain in my leg that prevented me from walking for a while.  Then today Stewie attacked Midge without warning, his ferocious growling and violent behavior startled me and I screamed.  Then my thigh contracted and I nearly passed out from the pain.  I've got to teach that dog to behave.  Anyway, those are examples of stress pain.

I'm not sure how to prevent some of that.  It's hard to train a Chihuahua/Min Pin mix with ADHD.  It think it's funny that the horses can spook and stampede, and I totally tune it out and don't react at all, but the dogs can bark or get into a tussle and I scream and jump like I'm the one under attack.  I should be more scared of thousand-pound animals with hard hooves than a Chihuahua.


But as you can clearly see, he rules the roost.

Midge's tumor is now several inches long.  The extra large bandages don't cover it.  I'm going to have to start putting two of them over it.  It's just too hot to keep her Thundershirt on her.

Her diabetes is relatively stable now.  I've only had to adjust her insulin once this past week.  However, I don't feel well enough to take care of her during post-op, and my days are booked up with physical therapy appointments.  Once those end, I need to see a couple of specialists.  Medical care is so time-consuming that I have to prioritize.  I could have handled Midge's surgery two months ago, but the vet wouldn't do it then.  Now it will have to wait because I'm taking care of myself.

Old Scrappy boy trying to keep cool on the tile floor...

He sleeps all day now, so I've been giving him a break from wearing a diaper.  I just found out that my father-in-law is losing his kidney function just like Scrappy.   Getting old sucks.

3 comments:

TeresaA said...

The PT is at least helping you find answers!

Mrs Shoes said...

My Grampa's wife said it clearly, "Don't get old, dear" she said to me, "It's awful."

Our Manic Min Pin rules this place, without question. She may defer to Saint the Good Shepherd OUTside, but once she crosses the threshold, she is clearly in charge as we jump to open the door for out, then in, then out, then in... ad infinitum. Little Dictator.

Linda said...

Your heat wave is dominating the news everywhere. That is really nice of you to put water out for those poor creatures. I imagine there are a lot of them suffering. Stay safe and cool.