Adventures with a flying gerbal...

Heh, at least that's what Adkins keeps calling my Sugar Glider :)  Fancy, the glider, is 6 months old and Dave brought her over yesterday morning.  We played with her a bit before everyone left after moving all my stuff into the house yesterday.  Last night, I stopped by Wa-mart and picked up stuff for the house including cedar shavings for Fancy's play cage, some fresh fruit and some baby food in organic fruit flavors for her.  Got home and she bit me good when I was trying to put the leash on her.  After that, everything went pretty well.  I had her leash pinned to my sweater and she crawled all over my torso.  She tried flying off a couple of times while I was working on putting some things away.  Got her play pen ready and put her in it, but she didn't seem to like it very well.  I left her there while I cut up some star fruit and gave her a bunch of grapes along with that.  She didn't have anything to do with that while in the play pen, so got her food moved to her regular cage and put her back in there.  She seemed to calm down after that.  I didn't get to sleep until around 3:00 and had my alarm set for 10:00 a.m.

Woke up this morning around 9:00 and got up a few minutes later.  Pulled Fancy in her pouch out of her cage and pinned the pouch to the inside of my shirt.  I was told to do this for several days at least, until she gets used to my scent and bonds with me.  I carried her around like that until about 11:00, all the while putting things away, especially in my bedroom.  Did a tiny bit of work in the kitchen, but not much.  Fancy woke up when I unpinned her pouch and put her back in her cage.  I gathered up what food was left in her playpen and put that in her cage and gave her some fresh water.  Hate that I won't get to see her again until later tonight.  May save up some money and get her a playmate, but that may be a while.  At least I think she's getting used to me.  She didn't bark at me this morning when I put my finger in her pouch to pet her :)