I'll be taking Harley back to the vet on Thursday to check on his leg, but he's been feeling well enough lately to completely take advantage of our worry. He spent most of the weekend perched on our fingers, leeeeeaning us around the apartment, so we could take him exploring everywhere. Here he is perched on Bruce's hand, happily chewing up the box of Sticks Of Butter Walkers Shortbread.

[I just had to point out that Walkers has a whole line of "Weight Watchers" products. What is that — sticks of margarine?]

Harley spent quite a bit of time exploring things both on and on top of the refrigerator. He decided that was the Only Place To Be for most of the weekend, which got to be a bit trying after awhile. But since he was gripping our fingers with both feet, we took that as a good sign, and indulged him. Here he is after he climbed up on top of the microwave oven a few times, and discovered the box of Joe's O's.

(Human breakfast cereal is a slightly better snack for a bird than Sticks Of Butter Walkers Shortbread, but Harley wasn't after the food, only the chewy boxes.)

On a related note, Harley was very good about taking his medicine when we mixed the drops in a spoonful of juice. Obviously, now he will only drink juice if we feed it to him from a spoon. Obviously. Everything is better when your human holds it for you.