This past week was the first time that Harley has seemed really comfortable in the new place since we moved. That is, this was the first week that Harley didn't want to spend most of his days moping, alone in his cage, because Bruce was out of town. When Bruce was home he was fine, spending time in his cage, but also ready to be invited out to go where ever we were going, whether upstairs or downstairs or just over to the living room. It didn't matter who was doing the inviting, he was just as happy to join me as Bruce. But once Bruce left for work, he'd give me Stink Eye when I asked him to step up, and stayed inside his house, occasionally chewing on one of his toys when he thought I wasn't looking.

I tried not to worry about him — after all, moving isn't particularly easy for anyone. And he was happy enough to join me in the evenings to watch TV, and later go upstairs for scritches on the bed. But I'll admit I was relieved this past week when he started joining me during the day for various excursions around the house, me either puttering around trying to sort the rooms, or just carrying him around to look at all the interesting things in the new spaces.

I think two things have made him more comfortable. First, the Finsters are back in the Finsterium. I know they're happier there (despite the stingy baths I've been giving them). They're much more active, and much more vocal. Harley doesn't fly over to their cage like Peanut did, or even lean us over there for a visit (he's much more curious about the things in the cupboards). But I'll bet he's happier now that his pets are settled into the Big House.

Second, Harley has discovered the window in the bedroom. He loves to sit on the sill, and look outside.

We'll go upstairs for at least a little while almost every day. He'll sit there for hours sometimes, looking and listening and occasionally talking while I work on the laptop, do laundry, or otherwise keep myself occupied. I'm convinced this spot is better for him than just sitting in his cage, since there are things to look at, and he gets some sunshine through the screen.

Although we've tried Harley out in other windows, the one in our bedroom is his favorite. It's upstairs, and he probably feels safer higher up. There's just enough activity going on in the cul-de-sac that it's interesting, but it isn't too loud or busy. And even on an overcast day, it's nice and bright. We plan to create some sort of Harley Station here soon, so he'll have toys to play with and things to climb on (for now he just throws the occasional toy off the window sill). We'll definitely have to do this before it gets too cold to keep the window open. But for now he's pretty happy looking out over the neighborhood and learning the wild birds' songs.