Sneaky, speedy, Beaky!!

Well, well, I have permission to eat all I want today because I have already had my morning workout. You see, first thing in the morning, I give all my gliders their "morning mealies." Beaky had some issues earlier in the year, when we had an unsuccessful introduction (Beaky and Peepers meet Oliver and Reese), and Oliver attacked her. For the longest time, she wasn't using her hand, and her little left arm was dragging by her side. The vet said nothing was broken, but that Oliver had likely just caused her to be sore... well, she was, for awhile. However, you can't keep a good glider down, and before long, after lots of little circular massages, and lots of extra attention, my little Beaky was eating her food with BOTH hands like a hungry little piggy.

So today, I was happy to snuggle these two, and Beaky wanted to come out and play. GO BEAKY! She climbed all over me, jumped over onto my hammered dulcimer, where she ate a papaya treat, and then bounded over to my lace curtains, and she scaled them like a pro "Hey, ma, you can't get me, lookie here, see where I am?" and she zipped round and round... having the time of her life... you should have seen her bouncing across the floor, just like a little jackrabbit on steroids!!! GO BEAKY!!! WAITTTTTTTT... not into the kitchen!!!

Dammit, I had forgotten to close my "glider doors" and there she went... I was fast after her with my fat little Peepers still lazing away in her pouch... Beaky was zinging everywhere! I'd get close, and she'd zing left... I'd chase her some more, and she'd bank right.... Dammit... she went right under the modified Suncoast cage stand that I use to house all of my projects... dammit, if she gets in THERE... I am had (she'll hide in -- how many YARDS of fleece?). Thankfully, she is a curious little monkey, and she zings over to my brass baker's rack, and there, she's cornered -- unless she sneaks UNDER it, oh nooooooo, please, God, don't let her do that, I can't reach her...

I quickly lay their pouch down before her, while Peepers is STILL gnawing on her papaya treat, and Beaky looks in and says "Scoot over, please."

Gawd... Beaky, you little wigglebutt, you!! Thanks for the workout, which means I get another slice of mom's home-made pumpkin pie!

Gliders, what would we do without them?