Bruce successfully popped Oolong into a nest box last night, we coordinated lights well, and Cinnamon and Ginger joined her quickly. There was a little rustling, but all the birds stayed in the box for the night.

Oolong didn't come out this morning.

We're still looking for her on the floor of the Finsterium, and the cage looks much darker without the heat light on. I suppose we'll forget those (relatively) new rituals soon enough. I'll miss having her, even as a Floor Bird.

R.I.P. Oolong, ? — 3/20/08.