Well, bad day. Woke up at 7:30 – the back’s gone!
I’ve got a strange back, 99% of the time it’s OK and then out of the blue it goes. A constant ache which turns into a sharp, incapacitating jag at apparently random times. One thing that brings on the “jag” is miss-stepping ; for instance not noticing a kerbstone and the foot hitting unexpectedly. I can bend down but straightening up again’s another story: jag, jag, jag. Sitting requires a dead straight back and when walking I have to be ramrod straight and watch where I’m putting my feet. Don’t even think about running!
’nuff about my troubles:
I eventually went round the pond. Not much happening but the Heron was there.
|Coot chicks lose their red heads pretty quickly|
|But Moorhen chicks are black headed from the egg|
|Heron||Cropped & ‘shopped|