When Peanut flies somewhere and gets himself lost, he goes into silent mode — not a bad thing for a prey animal to do in a new, scary situation. Unfortunately, this behavior can make it tough for me to find him again. Oh, sure, he's bright green and all, but he's also really, really small. And when he's scared, it doesn't matter if I promise him tasty seeds, or make kissy noises, or sing the theme song to Malcolm In The Middle, he's quiet as can be.

On the other hand,when Peanut flies somewhere and gets himself into a spot he likes, he squeaks and chortles and chortles and squeaks. He's still small, of course, and quite capable of hiding himself completely, but at least he's noisy.

Now that he's molted all his clipped wing feathers, he can fly into all sorts of interesting spots, like that dangerous place better known as the top of the Finsterium. This picture doesn't show it, but at first I couldn't see him at all, he was happily chortling and squeaking completely out of view. I had to stand on the couch to see him exploring on top of the Finsterium. Apart from the electrical cords, nails and holes for him to get tangled in, the dust is so thick he could get lost in it.

So, obviously, we took a trip to the vet's office today, for a $2 "mini" wing clip.

On the left is the napkin I threw over him and grabbed him with (it's called "toweling" in the bird world), and on the right is Peanut in his jail, about to be driven off for the clipping. Four feathers trimmed on each wing did the trick. He can still fly from his house to the Finsterium, and to the top of my head, but hopefully, he won't be able to fly into dangerous things.