Despite previous events, Peanut doesn't usually walk down my arm to snuggle in my hand for Warm Toasties. But he's gotten used to being on my arm enough that long sleeves can be a problem. This evening I was filling one of the seed towers when he flew over to my head. My right elbow was up in the air in the act of pouring, so he hopped on it. Seeds were obviously on his mind, but he was making it pretty awkward for me to do anything. After pausing for a moment to laugh, I finished pouring, let go of the seed tower, took the tub of seeds in my left hand, put it on the counter, and put the cover on the seed tower. Peanut was still on my elbow, up in the air, hoping for some seeds. I moved my right arm enough to get him to fly up to my left shoulder, where I gave him just a few from a spoon. Much later, much fuzzier, and sans sleeve, it was time for Warm Toasties.