I'm switching the mouse back and forth, clumsy with my off hand but hoping to maintain the improved status of the other.
Last night, goofing around, I tried to pull Mr. Maryn to his feet and something in that sore tendon area went pop and hurt enough to make my eyes tear. But a half hour later it was fine again, at most just faintly sore. So I'm mousing on pins and needles.
Trevor, I can't wait to see your pictures, especially the owls. We have lots of ducks and geese here, enough that my town has a much-copied plan which discourages them from staying as permanent residents. (Walking paths and sidewalks near ponds, along the Erie Canal, and surrounding small lakes get so coated with droppings they're literally as slick as goose shit!) We use an egg addling program to limit the number of hatchlings, and dogs on leash to encourage them to move on. No ducks or geese are harmed.
In our back yard, part of it underwater in a typical spring (which this isn't), we usually have an annual visit of a few weeks from Walter and Dolores, a pair of mallards content to swim in four inches of water. I don't know if we'll see them this year, since it's merely muddy in the low areas. Down the block, there's a pair of Canada geese who stay for a month or so, honking their damned heads off for eight or ten hours a day.
Maryn, who much prefers the wild turkeys