Jester went very quiet for a few hours today.
I got worried. Literally, frantic, because I couldn’t find him. He couldn’t have flown anywhere because the doors are closed and the window, has mesh AND a curtain over it.
So I’m literally turning my whole flat upside down looking for him. Suddenly I hear the tell-tale sound of beak grinding coming from above me. On top of my wardrobe is an overnight bag that I use as a place to shove stuff I don’t know what to do with. It moves a little.
Lo-and-behold, the little…. he’d climbed INTO the bag, and was asleep. Cue relief, followed by, how did you even get in there? And, even better, because he was a bit dopey and tired, he let me pick him up and take him to his cage in hand. He even stepped up while I was getting him sorted out. Haha. So, swings and roundabouts.