The chicks learned to fly to a breathtaking altitude of two feet. The Reds can now reach the perches.
Ellie and Nellie flew up to my arm, ignoring warnings from the flock that I was not to be trusted. Sitting on a half cinder block limits the amount of time I can accommodate their comfort. As a chair, it's woefully inadequate.
I shall have to tame down the others. Meanwhile, I have a bracelet that makes me laugh.
