Lucy went today for a wing clip. It took just a few minutes and wasn't too traumatic.

Sunday, I perched her on my shoulder and took her outside to see the blooming azaleas and the newly planted tomato seedlings. As we were heading toward the cucumber seedlings she lifted off my shoulder and flew about 200 feet down the lot. She landed in the front yard under a live oak. She didn't have a clue where she was. She could have as easily landed in the street or slammed into a passing vehicle. When I reached to pick her up, she was just looking around. Da dum dum dum.

The street was quiet Sunday, but it isn't always so.