So the girls seem to be well into their teenage phase--they're at least eating like teenage boys. And when you're trying to change out their food, it's pretty much like Hitchcock's The Birds . . . well, not the pecking I guess, but certainly the swarming.
Today I took the feeder over to the other side of the basement to get away from them, and Noodie flew 10+ feet and landed on my arm, to get to the food. Sallie immediately attempted the same, but came up a few feet short. Pie just stayed on home bench . . . she knows her flight limitations.
Noodle Soup, teetering.
Salad Sandwich, about done with this session.
Pot Pie, settling in, after being returned from her first attempt at fleeing.