Poor Geikie. She had a traumatic day. Me - new vacuum cleaner. Geikie - happily browsing around on the floor until I turned it on. She tried to fly back to her cage, but given that she's never flown in her life and that she's a bit chubby and certainly has weak, unexercised flight muscles, she didn't make it very far.

Upon landing - after a 2 foot long flight (hey, the Wright brothers didn't go far on their first flight either) - Jarah jumped on her, doing her doggie police routine. Geikie took off again and feathers were flying in the air, even if Geikie wasn't, because Jarah had landed on her tail. Finally, Geikie started running to the safety of her cage. Whew, the big bad vacuum cleaner didn't get her!