Officially, paperwork-wise it's bedrest, with the advice of the docs to actually totter around the house and go to my postural retraining class and even to obedience with the boys if I feel up to it. The cage isn't heavy, just a bit awkward. I'm glad I got it done, now I can ignore the deep cleaning till Toby and I can get out in the yard and I can hose it.
Ellen, your comment reminds me of one of the funniest things I've ever seen, at a bird breeder years ago. We were there to get our first hand raised busgie. The breeder was showing us around with her baby on her hip. Baby reaches out, grabs a lovebird and starts sucking its head very gently -- apparently birds were his favourite teething toy. There were a few soggy birds there, and they were all extremely, extremely tame.
Heather, Mommy to skinkid Toby and Furkids Sir Wally of Pugzu and Duke Leto Prancypants the Fragrant.
Also Mom to Just Dakota the Canadian X gelding; pudgy budgies Kiwi, Fidget and Bree plus rescue budgies Spud, Minty, and Wendy. Stepmom to Monty Python.
Main squeeze of high school sweetie Scot.