This made my morning!
Wobbles is wonderful!
Mama Saxony is in her favorite spot in the living room, and giving me her usual angry tail fan and hiss greeting, so I think she is feeling a little better. I have to check her over for occult injury today, but I couldn't bring myself to over stress her by handling her after that yesterday. She gives me a ton of attitude, and bites hard enough to leave spectacular bruising, but I am happy to see that when push came to shove, she knew I would protect her and take care of her. Normally, I can call her all I want, she just gives me the stank eye and ignores me. Yesterday, as soon as she saw me and heard me call, she made a beeline for me, dragging one wing and a Khaki Campbell drake. She did this up a snowbank, hurdled the trunk of a large bush we cut down last summer, and took a flying leap off the ice flow by the back door onto the kitchen floor. Of course she isn't going to let me cuddle her anytime soon, no matter how much I want to. I feel bad for her mate Gunther, so I may drag him in eventually as well. (He likes to be cuddled) He is in a full molt, so the house will look like there was some sort of tragic accident at a down comforter factory, but they will have each other (no matter how bad a husband he was yesterday)...