Willy's unhealthy relationship with the birds forced me to make some changes in their habitat. He is obsessed with them, and at times jumps up to get a better view. He jumped off the bed every two or three minutes last night to run downstairs and check them out. Patrick and I couldn't sleep, so I had to close Willy in the bedroom with us. He accepted his fate, but as soon as we got up this morning he was off down the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.
The table I originally put the cage on looked a little unstable and I worried that he would knock it over with his exuberance. This "thing" (I don't know what to call it) that I had in the hall is a little higher and much heavier. I knew that Willy wouldn't be able to budge it no matter what he did. So I swapped the two. It's a great setup, with my old incubator light from the baby chicken days hanging from a hook in the ceiling over the table for heat. I was worried that Joshua and Jenny would be cold, not to mention the projected bill for electricity if I continued with the heater. It creates a nice environment, too, with the plants.
It's obvious that Patrick is unimpressed, sleeping in his bed to the right of the table.