Peanut was hunting for snacks on and around his house. I was sitting on the couch, having some snacks of my own. Peanut, who only just molted the first of his trimmed flight feathers, flew over to join me. Seeing that he didn't have enough lift, and was likely to land in either the glass of beer or the bowl of olives, I held my outstretched hands over the tableware. Saved!

On another, very exciting, food-related note, Frank ate corn today for the first time - that I've ever seen, anyway. He didn't eat much, but every little bit counts.