Okden. A floofy squee wif pointy-scratchy fings!
I just got the birds up, but they are ignoring me. They were surprisingly quiet when I took the cover off. (A throw that matches my Blue Willow dishes, that is only temporary!)
There’s a good possibility that they will molt from the stress, so I keep looking for little feathers...
After running around most of the night, Shannon is asleep on my bed, and Jake’s in my closet in a box of clothes. I should start pulling myself together (and getting the clothes repacked and the lid back on the box after removing Jake): I have to leave 10-ish to pick PatJamesVlad up from camp.