The spring battle has started again. Much like the Jets and Sharks in West Side Story, the Blue Jays and Mockingbirds battle for turf. The Blue Jays control my back yard. The Mockingbirds control my neighbor's yard across the street. I was on the deck this afternoon when a member of the Mockingbird gang flew across the street, perched in the willow oak and, in a show of defiance, began his vast repertoire of songs. It took less than a minute for three Blue Jays to converge on the tree and drive the Mockingbird away. For now.
The pollen has been so bad this spring, when it rains it looks like someone poured paint into the gutters.
Poor Champ is back on prednisone for the third consecutive spring. Maybe it's because of such a heavy pollen shed but his allergy seems worse this year than before. I know that the side effects of the steroid aren't as bad as the damage he does to himself scratching and chewing but they are bad enough. Beside having a heartier appetite than usual he drinks (and pees) gallons of water a day. He'll gulp down a bowl of water (16 oz) in seconds. 30 to 60 minutes later he desperately needs to go out and recycle it. When he comes back in he rushes upstairs and gulps down another bowl. Rinse and repeat all day long. Justine and I can't both be out of the house for long or I would come back and have to ShamWow! pee out of the carpet. Been there, done that. He's been on a half-dose since Thursday but it hasn't made much of a difference. I hope his thirst slackens when he goes on a quarter-dose Wednesday. According to my vet there is a vet over in Mt. Pleasant who is also a pet allergist. If the stock market ever recovers I may think about taking on the added expense just to make Champ's life, and mine, easier in the future.