0635/10th June 2024 . Monday and the week ahead, got off to a good start. As we rolled down the driveway... CHECK ENGINE. Seriously? Again so soon? . When I picked up my phone to find the car dealer's service number, I noticed a …
Monday and the week ahead, got off to a good start.
As we rolled down the driveway...
CHECK ENGINE.
Seriously? Again so soon?
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When I picked up my phone to find the car dealer's service number, I noticed a voice message.
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It was a message from the rheumatologist's office.
They were letting me know that the doctor had not yet received a copy of my recent blood test.
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This I found a little confusing, since I'd previously had a call from the same office to discuss the results of said test, in lengthy detail.
Perhaps it's a matter of my last name.
My last hospital roommate was Catherine Smith
Perhaps there is even a CSmith with the same DOB.
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Returning the call, I got a machine.
Those things cause me to babel incoherently.
Did I even say who I was?
We have a so-called Patient Portal, which in most cases is quite helpful. This particular one holds no information at all, other than my essential details.
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Ah well, it's not important. I was only humouring my new primary care doctor by consulting a specialist.
(I was in fact impressed by the practice. Confusion is part of life, after all.)
....
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Presumably, the person who was given the task of distributing these sales signs was short of energy that day, or perhaps short of imagination.
Or maybe there has been a study which suggests this sort of presentation is the most successful?
One could believe anything these days.
Or nothing.
....
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Starling fledglings.
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Or as Grant calls them..starvelings.
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The parents are chased, all day.
The kids beg food from any passing bird, regardless of size.
It's the daily wail:
"Starving! Feed me!"
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They'll grow up to be just like their rowdy parents.
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Rain causes feeding frenzies.
Or maybe it just seems so, because I move the feeders onto the porch out of the rain.
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Things are generally fairly fraught!
As impressive as the grackle is, starlings are not daunted by its size or appearance.
They storm in pushing all others aside.
"My word, Mr Woodpecker. That bird is awfully rude!"
...said the grackle, flying off.
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Dropping to the ground, the woodpecker was mobbed.
By fledglings not its own.
A red-wing had second thoughts.
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"Get away from me. I'm not your mother!"
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Patience won out.
The red-bellied woodpeckers have been very busy this year, constantly back and forth to all the feeders.
Previous years we only occasionally saw one.
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Our little furry friends, so tiny at the end of May, are growing in size as well as in confidence, though Number Four, the smallest one, still stays close to home as far as we can observe.
Close to the safety of Mum.
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As soon as I mentioned His Nibbs, he arrived for a late lunch/early supper.
This morning he was waiting on the patio.
He accepted breakfast and some tickles without growling then shot off in a hurry.
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