I've mentioned warm toasties before, and I've even published some pictures. But they're worth repeating, since they're so wonderful. At least, Peanut sure thinks so. He wants — no, demands warm toasties every evening. The time varies a bit: he likes them earlier in dark, winter months; if The Big Sweaty Hand (shown in the picture) was around the day before, then Peanut might wait a little later, hoping he'll come back; and although Peanut is the master of my universe, occasionally my schedule takes me away from him. But generally speaking, we get started between 7 and 8 in the evening, and we go for as long as possible.

While Peanut is very good at stepping onto my hand, and he flies to my head and shoulder all the time, this is the only time I can touch him. I can give him Bird Noodles (pet his head), I can gently rub his feathers the wrong way, I can preen him, and The Big Sweaty Hand actually closes that hand around him. Pretty amazing that we can do this with a tiny green bird.