Manners, Tweety!
Good morning, Porchers
I'm a wee bit nervous, this morning, apprehensive about starting with a new medical team. It's silly; I'm blessed to be in relatively close proximity to the best oncology center for this *%#*+*! disease in the country -- but I'm still fretting.
It's absolutely normal to be nervous/apprehensive/fretting in your circumstance. We're rootin' fer ya and sending out our prayers.
Hey, at least it's not a walk-in-clinic!
The Ospreys are building their nest. A sure sign of spring! They're so funny, swooping through the air, dive bombing those foolish Hawks (who invariably think they can lay claim to the Ospreys' pier). The new nest, begun only a day or two ago, will be done by the middle of next week. Then, the great wait begins!
I love when the parents are 'teaching' their young in flight; the air is filled with communicative instructions!
We have several that fish down near my 'office'. I call 'em 'my kids'.