Not much to say today. It was a lazy day (for me) while Kirk chiselled out the layer of compacted snow and ice off the driveway before we left to pick up the featherhead at Night Owl Bird Hospital.
Gizmo used to board at the local (non-bird) vet clinic for years but, a couple of years ago, they stopped boarding and that included him, even though he was the anomaly and everyone loved having him visit.
That also coincided with the loss of our furballs and the onset of Gizmo’s heart condition, which necessitates twice daily oral medication. That need for drugs means that we haven’t both travelled at the same time in over a year, because we were afraid to leave him with anyone. I know that I can’t ask anyone to try and give him the medication, not when even Kirk can’t deliver it any way other than coated on a cracker that he may or may not ingest completely.
Night Owl does board birds, sometimes a LOT of them, but the cost is a bit heart stopping.
But this trip was worth it, and if there is anywhere that we had to feel was a safe place to leave him, it was at the vet specializing in birds, and where they know how to deliver medications to feathered monsters that are in their very late years….for a $25 per day surcharge over and above the $35 a day boarding fee (Gasp)
He must have done well, because no one seemed to have much of anything to say about his visit and he was pretty excited to see us…and yelled all the way home in the truck!
But today’s photo is nothing to do with any of that. It’s just a simple iPhone snapshot out the front window (Kirk was driving!) to the mountains that we live at the base of. I love this view; Lion’s Gate Bridge and the mountains framing the horizon. It is that view (sometimes shrouded in mist/cloud/rain…. ok, often shrouded) that tells me that the day at the office is being left behind until tomorrow (or Monday) and that life is about balance.
Not a good photo, just a photo of the place I call home. A place that is particularly pretty when dusted with a coating of snow to highlight the structure and detail of all the trees that blanket the North Shore mountains, and make it such a spectacular bit of wild so close to the city.
(17/365)