Progress
Before Judy can get any work done on her knee, we need an MRI on it so the doctors know what they’re getting into. We made arrangements for an “Open” MRI; “Open” being a relative term. It’s still a tube, but it’s a shorter tube and it’s open at both ends. Judy could be described as CLAUSTROPHOBIC!, and she’s not all that tall, so going into a tube of *any* length is a big deal. That was Monday’s project. With the help of a couple valium, an eye mask, some soft music and a 20 minute head-rub, we got my claustrophobe wife though the MRI without her destroying the machine. Progress.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I am having lots of fun at Camp Taylor. Annie is my roommate. She has been very nice to me. When other people try to pet me, especially her Mom and Dad, she gets right between me and them and makes sure they don’t hurt me.
I get to sleep on the couch every night. Judy even made sure my blankie is there waiting for me. By the way, I always start out in my bed, and only get on the couch after the lights are turned off.
Every morning Annie and I take a walk around the park. When we get home Uncle Steve gives us treats, and after that we get breakfast. I am beginning to like it here. This morning I even went up to them and wagged my tail a lot. They seemed to like that.
Today, Annie and I went for a balloon ride. Boy that was fun!
Uncle Steve wants to know if Dad has seen any Motmots in Costa Rica yet.
I miss you.
Love,
Eddie
Louisville house update
We sold the house a year and a half ago. I hear it has been a work-in-progress ever since. The new owner must have gutted the inside, as we hear, because it looks like the entire inside is now on the outside.
Migration
Migration
Got our first migration birds Saturday. American Golden Plovers. A flock of thirty of them on the mudflats at Charlie’s Pasture. Let the migration begin!
Here is a winter resident; the Whooping Crane. Four of the maybe 250 of them left on the planet.
It’s big for a bird; about the same height as Judy.