An unlooked for consequence of the earlier nightfall is that Marshal has fewer chances to go out onto the patio for some outside time. I haven’t let them out when it is dark at all.
So I try and make up for it with some playtime.
Rhea is too lazy to get up and take over the game, but she lives vicariously from the far side of the room.
I probably need to put that ladder away, it seems to be keeping him clinging to the post.
When she got her chance, she chomped down on the feather and carried it off.
He’s been patient so far with the changes in the daylight.