Although Harley is able to fly pretty well these days, he doesn't usually choose to. Instead he relies on the humans to figure out that he wants to be somewhere else (usually pretty easy since he asks if "you ready" about a thousand times in a row), and then where he wants to be (not always so easy, since uses "you ready" or "you ready for bed" for just about anything he means). He has slipped off the Harley Bar a couple of times and successfully landed on the table. But most often, if he flies, he gets startled off of one location, and then manages to get himself to another.

Today, for the first time, he landed on my head.

One of Peanut's favorite places to be was on my head. You can click here to pop up a picture. Apart from the occasional poop (although not many, since birds tend to keep their favorite spots pretty clean), it was one of my favorite places, too. Harley is much heavier, of course, but it was pretty fun to have him up there for a few minutes.