Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Lula Mae's Operation

Lula Mae is a klutz and she messed up her other hind leg. Carol asked me to stop by on my way up the Keys to see if I could cheer her up, so I'd did, and she needed it.


She was still pretty stoned on the pain killers and feeling rather sorry for herself so I gave her a going over with my hands which seems to calm her down a bit, and she ate some chicken and rice that I hand fed her.


Lula Mae started out life as a junkyard dog and she has never managed to get socialized since then. She does fine with humans but she hates other dogs which makes it difficult for me to hang out with her unless Cheyenne is safe at home.


I had to wait in the front office when I arrived at the Marathon
Veterinary Hospital, the vet was operating on a couple of snakes they said. I wished him well hoping they were going to be converted into steaks but I don't think that was the plan. It must be a very odd life, that of a vet.



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Cayman Canal

The boys introduced me to a new angle on dog walking on Sugarloaf Key. Off Sugarloaf Boulevard Cayman Drive heads east.


Actually Cayman is misspelled "Caymen" on the map; at least I'm pretty sure that's a misspelling.


It was a hazy day in the mangroves.


Cheyenne was enjoying a new and different trail.


We speculated for a while about the origin of the canal that cuts straight across Sugarloaf Key. Wayne says he read that it was built to flush Sugarloaf Sound.


The current can be fierce in the canal, as a lot of water seems to move through with the tides, which supports the idea that it was built for that purpose.


The other side of the canal is where the loop road runs through the mangroves, and all this activity in these mangroves seems to have been built by a government in a happier era when for public works was available.


Wayne also noted how mangroves manage to get a toe hold in the living rock.








We spent a few happy minutes spotting fish which Wayne and Chuck could name much to their delight. "There goes Fred!" they said. "Tom's over there..." actually they said nothing of the sort pointing out wrasses and sergeant majors and similar stuff.


It was a great day to be out.


She found a cool spot in the shade and contemplated her mortality.


We will have to come back later this winter when it gets really cold and Cheyenne's stamina increases in proportion.



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Hermit Crab

I was pulling over to let Cheyenne out for the start of her afternoon walk when I was forced to slam on the brakes (honest, officer!). The long black trench in the background is where my front tire stopped suddenly and locked up in the mud.


The reason I had to make an emergency stop was because I spotted this shell in the road, and I slammed on the brakes when I saw it move. It was alive!


I pocked it up to move it to safety but I had to have a look. It's not often you get to see a hermit crab in a shell this big.


It's unusual but not unheard of. As the crabs go they have to find larger and larger shells which can get tricky. I have heard of hermits that have been found to be using discarded glass jars.


He popped outa moment to check me out. We looked at each other and I decided to torture had to end.


I had spared his life but it was time for him to be on his lonely way.


Cheyenne had long since wandered off and was sitting up the road wondering what the bloody hell I was doing?


It was walk time!


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Snake Creek

I was in the Upper Keys and I wanted to pause and stretch out a rather pleasant ride.


The road was empty, not least because I was paralleling Highway One on County Road 905, and I was sick of anxious drivers cutting me off in their lemming rush to Fantasy Fest parties.


Snake Creek seemed the right place to unwind.


A serene Coastguard station, calm waters and...bugger. People!


One can't blame them for being out fishing but I had hoped for peace and quiet. No luck.


Even the cormorant was taking a break.


There is a new boat rack on the west side of the opening Snake Creek bridge. As you came over the bridge, before the boat parking was built, the was an open view south across the water.


Not anymore.


Pretty soon the gravel track to the parking area under the bridge will be paved and so on and so forth. Progress can't be stopped.


But my Bonneville won't change much I hope.


The ride up the Keys was the longest ride I've taken in a single day since I returned from Italy. It was fun and Cheyenne was glad to see me when I got home. Especially as I agreed to walk her.



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Grinnell Street At Seminary

I wonder how many times I have ridden past this amazing pile without really noticing it?


One could live with a few less aerial wires around town.


And more mysterious flowering bushes.


Whimsical seating arrangement.


Cheyenne was busy under the banyan tree.


This is the back of the Glynn Archer school which Mayor Cates is determined to turn into a new City Hall. There is lots of parking in back.


And pretty houses near by.


Buttonwood tree.


Something else.


I am, as I insist, no botanist.


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