Angel #4 took the baby swallows out for "perching practice" this morning and while one was perched on her finger, it took off and flew into the wild blue yonder. Bird #2 was a little more cautious and #4 had to give it a bit of encouragement. It flew off, then sat perched on a telephone pole for about 20 minutes before it got the guts to fly off. The Angel is afraid they won't be able to take care of themselves, but I'm not particularly worried. I'm sure they'll do fine, and if they don't? We'll never know.
Angel #2 gave the dog Poprocks today. He seemed to enjoy them and came back for seconds. It was pretty funny seeing the expressions on his face as he was trying to figure out why his food was exploding in his mouth. It's the little things that are entertaining.