It seemed to go on for a long time. After about 20 min. or so of this Husband looked out the window and there was a red tailed hawk in the top of a tall tree right behind our house.
He looked pretty calm with all that racket. The crows were dive bombing him as well.
He finally moved to another tree, crows following. Around the neighborhood he went.
When we lost track of him we just looked to see where the crows were shooting for and there he was. This went on for quite some time and was a treat for us. We are used to coopers hawks but rarely see a big hawk in our yard.
I like to think that our girl was up there defending her territory with the rest of them.
I started physical therapy this week and will go twice a week for a couple of months.
Work is on my ankle of course, flexing and rotating but also have started stretching my hips.
The good as it is getting out of whack and the bad legs hip to strengthen it for the time when I will be really walking.
I am attending the local community college which is the largest institution of higher education in my state. The bathroom that seems to serve several buildings I believe has one handicapped stall and push buttons to open outer doors. After the first day of school the handicapped stall toilet has been out of order (it has an official looking out of order sign) and the push button for getting out of the bathroom has not worked at all. Glad I am not in my wheelchair anymore.
I have been feeling trapped lately. I would like to just run to the store or the post office or walk to the park with the dog. Husband is very good about taking me places but I would just like to go by myself and be on my own time. This weekend children and grandchildren visited and I went to the store with them. I cruised the isles in one of the little automatic carts, granddaughters assisting and that was fun. I didn't feel like I had to hurry. Those carts are fun and people should but don't always get out of your way. I am going to be much more afraid of those people in those carts in the future.
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