Another backyard photo.
Monday, April 18, 2011
First of all, lookit these handsome birdies! My daughter took a good selection of photos the other night during feeding time. I love this photo because it shows the quiet and introspective side of the cockatoos we interact with. They alternate between manic activity and periods of stillness where they become soft and gentle and very receptive to a quiet chat.
I really understand why people find interacting with wild critters to be so downright seductive. When a wild thing trusts you enough to be close to you and look into your eyes with a quizzical expression, you really feel like you are making a bond between species. We are really enjoying this opportunity to recognise distinct personalities between these birds. They are such an intelligent mob! When we have twenty or more all vying for attention it's like being den mother to a group of rowdy toddlers. They fuss and squawk and snap at eachother and all I need to do is sternly say "BE NICE" and the rowdy one gives me quite a surprised look and settles down. I will absolutely never use the words bird brain to mean stupid and dopey again! It's just not true.
Went to the osteo yesterday. I forgot over the course of a month just how rigourous this Active Release Movement stuff is. Quite sore this morning and out of sorts. I can't get my temperature regulated so I'm either coming down with some mangy disease or all the weird food I ate yesterday is catching up. I didn't eat too much but I ate differently and most of it prepared outside our home.
The osteo suggested a couple sessions of acupuncture. So I'm going to try that next week.
I flustered the poor man. He's a good deal younger than I, and I figured since he works with the muscles and skeletal system, he'd be a good person to ask about my frame size. I pretty much know the answer is "large" but the poor man thought I was asking if he thought I am overweight. He hemmed and hawed and finally I said it was ok...there's no wrong answer. He was quite relieved when I steered the conversation in the direction of one size doesn't fit all when it comes to weight charts and expectations. Poor young man! We older women set too many traps.
A busy day ahead playing catch-up from yesterday. When I have to do public transportation the entire day can be eaten up just with the bus and train ride. So there's laundry and grocery shopping to be done and all I'd really like to do is sit and read a book and complain to anyone who'll listen.