Charlie and Lucy are birds of a different feather.

The birds go to their cages for the night at 9 p.m. Last night, Charlie was sleepy earlier, so he flopped down off his perch, walked over to my chair, and sidled up close for some petting before bedtime. The chile ain't shy.

Lucy likes attention, and is always happy for some shoulder time, but dislikes much petting or rubbing.

This morning, Charlie navigated his way up the swing to the top perch of the tower -- no mean feat, since the swing offers no grip on the arch. At the top he flapped his wings and crowed success. He's a funny boy.

Lucy is slowly adjusting to his presence, but needs watching. Charlie will stand his ground, but he's not as coordinated or fast as Lucy. Yet.