Funny thing today.

Around four o'clock Lucy is tired, and sometimes hangs off the back edge of the cage next to the window, dozing and observing, perhaps fantasizing or dreaming, whatever tired birds do. I call it her vulture pose.

Charlie went down next to her, and did his best to stay with her. Like a puppy or a kitten with an elder he was antsy, and preened and poked at the mintons, and carried on like a small child.

Lucy didn't attempt to correct him.

We're making progress.

To this point, however, the boing is off-limits.