Peanut needs to get his wing feathers trimmed, but since the weather in Michigan has been unseasonably cold, I've had to put it off. One of his favorite flying games is to fly in tight little half circles in the kitchen, from one section of the Finsterium to the next. He was doing this while I was making toast (and no, I shouldn't make toast while Peanut is out in the kitchen), and he was flying toward me to land on my head just when the toast popped up. Woops! He flew in a big loop around the living room, landed on the very edge of his house, leaned forward, and stopped moving clutching onto his house, face down. Yikes. I scooped him up in my hand, told him he was fine, and closed him up in his house, nice and safe.

This is why bird's wing feathers should be trimmed. We're just waiting for warm weather.