Oh, dear. Charlie made the jump into the open door of Lucy's cage.

Lucy was on her tree, and looked at the other bird like, "Wait a @#$^ minute. What do you think you're doing?"

Charlie is not one bit shy. She's looking at everything. Eating the food, Lucy's food, inside the cage.

What do you do with kids these days?

Maybe I should name this baby something more sedate, like Laura or Nathaniel.