Back In Trouble

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I have no idea why, but lately, up to 34 monk parakeets at a time — in addition to woodpeckers, cardinals and some other types of birds — have been absolutely devouring the seeds in our bird feeders. To keep the feeders full, I used to buy one 50-pound bag of mixed wild bird seeds and one 25-pound bag of black oil sunflower seeds about once a month. But lately, the birds have eaten that much every couple of weeks. And sometimes, all five of the feeders are nearly empty the day after I fill them.

Yesterday, I made my normal run to the store to buy more seeds, but instead of buying one bag of each, I bought two 50-pound bags of wild bird seed and one 25-pound bag of sunflower seeds.

Then it took me about 30 minutes to carry the bags into the house, fill all of the feeders, fill up the plastic seed buckets that we store some of the seeds in, and store the second bag of wild bird seed in one of our kitchen cabinets.

But as I was turned to lift the second 50-pound bag up into the cabinet, it started pouring seeds all over the floor. Apparently, the machine that made the bag itself hadn’t completely sealed one of its side seams, because I suddenly saw a 5-inch gap that the seeds were pouring out of.

Thinking quickly, I turned the bag over and folded the sides down, to stop the flow of seeds. Then I twisted to my right, to lift it into the cabinet again.

And instantly felt a familiar, sharp, stabbing pain in my lower back.

It was so painful that I could barely breathe, let alone move. It took awhile, but I eventually managed to make it to the living room floor, where I slowly, carefully and painfully lay flat on my back with my knees bent, my feet flat on the floor, and a heating pad under my sacroiliac for a couple of hours, to try to relax my spasming back muscles.

Max taking care of Bob.

Regular readers of this Journal know that my little best friend, Maxamillion Dollars, has also had more than his share of painful back trouble, and I’ve always done my best to take care of him as well as I possibly can.

Max knows that, too, and yesterday, he returned the favor.

He stuck to me like glue, curling up on my pillow and wedging himself up against my neck as closely as possible, to comfort me in my pain. And that little blessing never left my side.

It’s going to cost a few dollars more, but from now on, I’m going to buy 25-pound bags of wild bird seeds, instead of 50-pound ones.

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