It's Meekull's daily "flight time" in the bathroom. He lands on his blanket atop his cage, a few inches taller than me. I'm tippy-toeing, trying to see him. I see the top of his black feathered head at the corner of the cage. He sees me see him and scurries to the other side. I walk to the other side and tip-toe to get a look. I see him peering at me right before he scurries to the middle out of sight. I walk back around to the other side again. When I see his dark little head peeking this time, I say, "Peek." He darts away somewhere on the blanket. I can't see him, so I crouch down and return to the other side. As I slowly lift up to catch him off-guard, he's already bent over the blanket, head cocked sideways, peeking down at me as if to say, "I see you!" before he scurries to the other side again. Now, I'm saying, "Peek!" every time I see him, and I swear he's chuckling as he's running. Meekull likes to play Hide-and-Seek!
